At least that's how I feel.
But, so often I find the need to save lives to be of greater importance to blogging so... as you faithful readers (all three of you) know, my blog is neglected.
Then there's the times when I think about blogging but then I remember my list of stuff to do.
*Vacuum chocolate sprinkles that Two-Year-Old embedded in the carpet.
*Sweep up hot chocolate mix from the pantry floor.
*Locate missing Bosch part.
*Locate missing bread machine part.
*Peroxide up fresh stains on dining room floor (and try not to think about the dining room having carpet in the first place).
*Check clothes hamper for mold.
*Abolish the fragrant smell coming from bathroom.
*Pluck out popcorn kernels from carpet.
And the list goes on.
About the time I think I'm finally getting a handle on this whole "mothering" thing, I'll wind up shocking myself and saying things like...
"Stop doing that: you're putting holes in the wall."
"You should never put your hand on your plate when someone is putting food on it."
"Don't put that plate on your head: it's Fine China."
"Alex, do you want a time out?" (I'm not a 'time out' kind of mom.)
"If you don't stop crying right now, you WILL get out of the van and we WILL leave without you."
"No, Daddy does not know how to drive a train."
"Never put ink on your lips again. Especially red ink."
"Stop putting stuff in the melted candles."
"No, she is not your mother; I am your mother and she is your sister."
"Never cut your brother's hair again."
"Look at that kid! He's flinging food on the wall."
"If you guys don't stop fighting, we will not do school today."
"How did all that salt end up on the table anyway?"
And other such anomalies.
Such are the occurrences that occur with the passing of time within (and without) our four walls. I love blogging. I love documenting thoughts, happenings, life, etc. But some days, it's just not feasible. Then again, without my sometimes unpredictable and over-interesting life, I would have nothing to blog about.
It's all a matter of perspective.