To remember
There's not been much blogging lately.
Part of it is that I'm pretty sure a grand total of five people read the blog, and I'm fairly certain none of them want to read about my frustrations with daily life.
The other part of it is that I don't really want to remember my frustrations with daily life.
After all, though I am thankful for what few readers I have, the precious people who care enough about my family to want to tune in to a Trey and Aden schmooze-fest, the true purpose of the blog is to be my fallback when I'm so stinkin frazzled that my memory just completely goes.
But do I really want to remember that we've all been sick so much? That about every other day this year I have cleaned up someone's puke?
That I think I've gotten maybe two full nights of sleep this year? I'm so tired.
Do I want to remember arguments with Trey? My daily, er, hourly parenting failures? My utter impatience?
No.
If I had my way, none of this stuff would have happened in the first place. But the frustration has consumed me lately. I haven't even been able to bring myself to take pictures. It's that serious.
Don't get me wrong, there has been stuff recently that I don't want to forget.
Like Trey and Brandon growing closer and closer, scheduling "man time" and watching ball together. Like me being the only person able to actually converse with Aden, as I am the only one fluent in Adenese. Like getting a smidge of organization accomplished in my filthy house. Like Trey devouring his dinner so he'll have time to play his guitar for us before we finish. Like Aden reading "Goodnight Moon" to himself, be still my heart.
You know, the good stuff. It's there.
I've got a hump to get over. God has been speaking to me, and I do plan to blog about that. And not only will it be good for my memory, maybe, just maybe, it will bless one of you five also.
And if my story can bless one person, frustrations and all, then it's worth it.
Part of it is that I'm pretty sure a grand total of five people read the blog, and I'm fairly certain none of them want to read about my frustrations with daily life.
The other part of it is that I don't really want to remember my frustrations with daily life.
After all, though I am thankful for what few readers I have, the precious people who care enough about my family to want to tune in to a Trey and Aden schmooze-fest, the true purpose of the blog is to be my fallback when I'm so stinkin frazzled that my memory just completely goes.
But do I really want to remember that we've all been sick so much? That about every other day this year I have cleaned up someone's puke?
That I think I've gotten maybe two full nights of sleep this year? I'm so tired.
Do I want to remember arguments with Trey? My daily, er, hourly parenting failures? My utter impatience?
No.
If I had my way, none of this stuff would have happened in the first place. But the frustration has consumed me lately. I haven't even been able to bring myself to take pictures. It's that serious.
Don't get me wrong, there has been stuff recently that I don't want to forget.
Like Trey and Brandon growing closer and closer, scheduling "man time" and watching ball together. Like me being the only person able to actually converse with Aden, as I am the only one fluent in Adenese. Like getting a smidge of organization accomplished in my filthy house. Like Trey devouring his dinner so he'll have time to play his guitar for us before we finish. Like Aden reading "Goodnight Moon" to himself, be still my heart.
You know, the good stuff. It's there.
I've got a hump to get over. God has been speaking to me, and I do plan to blog about that. And not only will it be good for my memory, maybe, just maybe, it will bless one of you five also.
And if my story can bless one person, frustrations and all, then it's worth it.
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