When it comes to my little blog, I always have the best intentions.
I have all the supplies to make a “blog editorial calendar” a la Elise and a book crammed full of ideas of things to write about (my “pensieve“, if you will!) – but more often than not, I find that real life gets in the way.
Real life as in the writing that pays the bills taking priority over the writing that doesn’t, like at Halloween:
I had most of a post drafted on how and why we celebrate Halloween, since I’ve had more than one person ask why we do since we’re Christians and Halloween isn’t exactly a Christian holiday. I was waiting until nap time to finish editing and add a few pictures of my adorable little fox and elephant, but it was such a nice day that I decided to take the kids for walk beforehand, thinking that maybe the walk would tire them out so they would sleep better (longer!). We were almost back at our front door when I realized I didn’t have my keys. I don’t have a cell phone so I couldn’t call my husband. We ended up walking to a bank to get money to take the bus to the mall , which is the only place remotely close to us that has pay phones. Nathan was at lunch and I only had enough money for one call so I ended up leaving a panicked message with his mom at her work, asking her to try to get a hold of him so he could pick us up at the mall, drive us home, and let us in. By the time all that happened, there was no time for nap time and thus no time to finish my post, since we were going trick-or-treating right after dinner – and I spent the rest of the evening working.
Or sometimes real life as in motherhood:
I had a post partially written for Remembrance Day. I was going to share a few pictures of my grandpa, who fought in World War II, and share some of the stories he told me before he died. I was going to write about how hard it is for Topher to understand Remembrance Day, and how different his concept of the day is than mine was growing up. My grandpa organized the Remembrance Day services in our community. We attended every service, every year, and laid wreaths at the cenotaph. The veterans were honoured and respected members of our small town. But now there aren’t any left. I have no idea how to express the importance of Remembrance Day to a four-year-old who really has no idea what the day means.
But we decided at the last minute to visit my sister and her family in Calgary. The kids had a great time playing with their cousins, but Ellie got sick on the way home and I spent the majority of the three hour road trip sandwiched between the kids’ carseats, holding a garbage bag and trying to catch her puke. She threw up for a couple of hours after we got home and of course she didn’t want to sleep anywhere besides Mommy’s arms – so Nathan got to use the green machine to clean the car (in the dark, in -15*!) while I snuggled my little girl. She was feeling better yesterday but today she’s back to being listless and just wanting to sleep, so I’m letting her rest. Fortunately Topher hasn’t gotten sick yet – he’s at his preschool “Fruit of the Spirit” party with his grandma right now, so I have a few minutes to myself while Ellie naps (in her crib instead of my arms! A small victory!).
I feel like I should be finishing one of the posts in my drafts folder instead of rambling on like I am right now but my brain is completely fried and I don’t think I have the ability to write anything more complex or in depth than an account of why I’m not writing more, except to say that I love my “real life”, puke-filled garbage bags and all, and as much as I enjoy writing here, real life will take priority over blogging every single time, no matter what my editorial calendar says.
And with that being said – I think it’s time for a shower. I honestly don’t remember the last time I enjoyed such a privilege!