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.
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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.
3 comments:
I don't know if I am one of the 3, but here is my comment. You got to the bottom line at the bottom. I was talking to a couple of my good friends 90ish, (those are the people that have TIME to talk.) Anyway, I just mentioned that when you are young, people look at your darling children and say "enjoy them now, because before you know it they'll be gone." Beside having the feeling that raising kids had somewhat the same "proportion" of longevity as eternity, and some days I could hardly handle 24 hours, let alone a long, long time--yep! JUST LIKE THAT! they're up and grown and gone. Now I don't have much of anything interesting to put on a blog. My grandkids' wit and wisdom looks kind of self-aggrandizing. I just enjoy you and others who blog, and I get a laugh and think-- you really don't want to know about arthritis, and other unmentionable things that happen when your kids leave home. Oh, yes, you can look forward to being a GRANDparent. It is GRAND to have them come, and GRAND to see them go.
Sorry I wasted so much space with my comment, but I do think outer space still has a lot of room to fill.
Thanks Pat. You can use up all the outer space you want on my blog because IF that ever gets used up, there's always cyber space. And that we all know is endless. ;)
Appreciated the reminder once again about keeping perspective on the shortness of time that mothering young children is. Thanks again!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA All those "A's" arrived on this comment because it is a long ah over your descriptive blog post. Not so actually I had my elbow on the key board while I read Pat's comment.
Courtney, you write so well and even make the everyday happenings sound fun or funny.
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