On Friday I had a great idea to take a picture of some flowers Wendell gave me for no reason at all and blog about it. I was going to say, "Everything's coming up roses, and daisies, and those funky green things on the side."
On Saturday I was going to write about taking all five of my children, by myself, mind you, to an art museum. And it went great! No one shouted. Nobody touched anything. And whenever I asked the kids to do something, they were very obedient. When we were leaving Nathan (5)said, "I thought that would be boring, but it was really fun!" And everybody begged to go back again when there are new exhibits next month. It was a proud moment.
Late Sunday night, after I heard about Pres. Hinckley's death, I was going to blog about him. Wendell and I watched a TV program about him that night and I couldn't help crying. Not so much about his passing, but about all the good he did in this life. The temples he got constructed, the saints* he visited in distant lands, who treasured this once-in-lifetime opportunity to see the Prophet. If I could only do a fraction of the good he did in his long life...
On Monday, Wendell had surgery on his elbow. I was going to take pictures of him in recovery with his sad swollen arm, so he could laugh later (and we could all laugh now!).
But none of that happened. I have become a defunct blogger. I keep missing day after day. Not that I don't have things to say, oh, believe me I have things to say. In fact, I often talk to myself. When people point out that I'm talking to myself again, I simply say, "I have to talk to myself. I'm one of the most interesting people I know!"
I guess life just gets busy sometimes. And in my defense I've been trying to organize. Generally speaking, this seems futile, but we're having success with my new bracelet/necklace hooks, our new laundry bins and our new chores. Oh, and Emma didn't get a very favorable grade in math this term so, in addition to her regular homework, I'm trying to spend an additional 2-3 hours per week just on math to fill in the holes she's acquired.
I'm sure with all that going on, you're shocked that blogging fell between the cracks. But then again, maybe that's happened to you too.
(*Mormon 101: Saints is another word for member. Our church's official name is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. So we call each other saints, but we have a very low threshold for sainthood.)