There's a perfectly good reason for a silent blog. When I discover what it is, I'll share it with you.
I'm not sure where all of my blogging time has gone. I live a typically average, boringly-common day. All of my kids are now in school, so I should be overwhelmed with free time.
Maybe I should keep a log and see where my time goes...
Me, yesterday: "Does everybody have everything they need for tomorrow?" "J2, Rugby gear? A1, homework? A2, book?" etc... (repeated several times from 4.00 to bedtime)
Me again at bedtime: "Does everyone have everything--a full uniform?"
All answer "yes".
Look at all of that spare time! Such efficient, organized children!
This morning, J2 says, "Did you wash my Rugby top?" (huh?! What Rugby top? The one under your bed???)
A1 is walking around with a blank piece of paper asking if we have any photos... at 8.01. Bus picks up at 8.05.
Me, unpleasantly: "No way! You don't have time for that now! I asked you over and over yesterd..."
he folds the paper in half and rips it.
Me, shouting, because it's what I excel at: "What are you doing???"
Him: "It doesn't have anything on it"
Me: "It's a perfectly good piece of paper--MY computer paper!"
so he rips it again, and then slams the kitchen door.
I resist the urge to feed him to lions. Only because there are none in the immediate vicinity.
A1 leaves for school in a foul mood, because his mother wouldn't let him do his homework.
Miss Ky now can't find a white uniform shirt.
So, I go out to the garage (where we now have to keep the dryer) for a white shirt and think, "It's time to put up my Great Pumpkin sign that Jenni hand painted just for me" (I keep it hanging on a hook inside the garage just waiting for the "Halloween is near!" clearance). This is what greets me in the garage:
|??? huh ???|
|This was NOT here when the homeowner proudly showed me all of his handy work building this garage|
|someone "helped" with the color|
I could also have blogged during that first week after we moved in with all of the spare time I have. I could have given daily reports and informative advice such as:
Never leave a hand towel hanging partially out of a sink if you are going to leave the tap on. The towel acts as a siphon and the bathroom floor will soon be soaked. Well, maybe not "soon" but if one leaves the tap on undiscovered say, all night long, there could be a mess.
and golden advice such as:
Never stack precious photo albums in a cardboard box while moving, but most importantly, don't put that cardboard box in a place where children might flood an upstairs bathroom and water could possibly come through the floor/ceiling into that box. And just a heads-up, page protectors are absolutely NO GOOD when the scrapbook albums are in standing water.
Never vacuum dead wasps. They stink. For a long time. Maybe even forever.
If you tell children, "Oh, how lovely, we have an apple tree. One day I will make an apple pie..."
while you are moving in...
They will pick all of the apples off of the tree for you.
While you are moving in.
Maybe I watch too much TV. Maybe that's where my blogging time went.
I finally watched an episode of The Middle. It was the one where Frankie (Patricia Heaton) accidentally eats toenail clippings and runs away from home.
I get it.
And it wouldn't take a Dorrito bag containing toenails to push me to it either... usually a typically average morning like today would suffice.