On MMW's someone asked if perfectly polished stories and retellings of our lives and experiences are really what we want our blogs/journals to be (referring to when stories on blogs are totally rose colored compared to what they told you in person). It was an interesting question because you know, we've all read blogs that are so perfect you have to fight the gag reflex. But I think that is different than those who are
choosing only to write about the good, which is also a reasonable option. But unfortunately for you, it isn't an option for me. I strive to be like my personal fave blogs (see the long list to the right) I always check first, they are the ones where I know I will find reality for better or for worse. No sugar coating.
Lest anyone should get the wrong idea about my blog I shall share:
*Yesterday I burned the left side above my lip cuz I kept the Mustachio Remover on too long whilst breaking up an ultimate fighting brawl between my kids. (course that was
after Kohen found me with the cream on my face and asked me if I was shaving like Dad. Yay! free self-esteem boost!)
*Briefly tried potty training Aly today- she would hold it while on the potty then go elsewhere and relieve herself. You would think I would have been a little more suspicious when she wanted to snuggle on my lap...I guess she didn't want to take a bath alone???
*During Quiet Time Kohen had smuggled some Elmer's Glue into his room and smeared glue all over the back of his door and stuck one of Kennedy's paper dolls to it. After overseeing him scrub his door clean I turn to find where the other 3/4 bottle of glue went...I didn't like the carpet here anyway.
*While making dinner the kids were out back riding their respective bikes. There must have been some sort of fantastic collision because all three trailed in whimpering, bruised and bleeding. Had that UnSupermom moment where I fumed their Dad wasn't home to help juggle...
*Went to church here for the first time to find a ward so little our 3 kiddies added 18% to their primary in one day. And at least 70% of the ward is
very elderly. This was underlined when they noted the two funerals they had that week had gone well.
Bloom where you're planted, bloom where you're planted...who am I kidding, I always kill plants.
*No matter how you cut it, it is lonely in a new place without friends.