Hayden pointed out to me that there have only been four blog posts all year, in a disapproving tone. I simply shrugged and said, "It hasn't been the best year." I didn't add that I rarely get to use the computer when the kids are home. Oh, they'll get off if I ask, but is it worth asking? Then the pressure to blog a great post is too extreme. When they aren't home, I watch stuff on hulu or netflix while I was dishes or sew or excavate the kitchen counters.
I realize good things have happened this year: Hayden made the swim team, Mike didn't get laid off, Emily got glasses, Tate likes cubs. Is this our activity log? Is it my medical chart? What is the point of this blog? I have considered starting an anonymous blog about crazy things my kids do and say. It would relieve frustration....Like how I was driving with Tate yesterday. Silence for 3 or 4 minutes, so I turned on the radio. Right away he said something. I asked him to repeat, which he did, but I still couldn't hear. Repeat, and repeat. I turned off the radio and he said, "I said, 'it's a cloudy day today.'". really??? Silence ensued for several minutes and then I foolishly turned the radio back on. Repeat the whole experience, just a different statement. It's a small thing, but it made me want to smack my forehead and who needs a worse headache?
You see, it's not like I'm going to lie and tell you all how fabulous we are and how we spent UEA in the Bahamas (did actually go to Zion's etc), and how we are all perfect. That is lame and I don't roll that way. On the other hand, who wants to read about me being tired every day and that our house is a pit of despair as a regular state. Dinner hates me and I hate dinner.
So bear with me while I figure out what the point of this blog has become.