It has been brought to my attention that some folks are questioning as to why I blog and when I have the time. Although it's honestly no one's business how I budget my time and I don't reeeealllly have to explain, I will be happy to.
This blog as well as Giana's caringbridge site are virtual scrapbooks. I don't have the time to scrapbook yet I have a strong and sincere desire to somehow keep track of my four kids' adventures. I can't tell you how many third or later-born children who's baby books are blank. We are blessed in this day and age with such wonderful technology. The technology that after a long day allows me to be able to tuck into my bed with a laptop and let the events of the day unfold on this virtual paper. These words don't take me hours to come up with, rather the thoughts that flit through my mind while waiting at a random stop light. I do hope that it's entertaining and well written, although sometimes it's not. In the end, it's for me and for my family. It's a historical document in a sense. So, with that said tonight I sit here surrounded by the monkeys (Giana just went up to bed) while they fall asleep watching the end of a movie. I made homemade pizza's and also apple-butterscotch tarts to celebrate fall's entrance after a great day at Stokoe Farms. Dishes await me in the sink. Laundry awaits me in the hamper. Beds are unmade. This for me though, is relaxing. Everyone is well taken care of although something is almost always undone or in need of repair around the house. I am willing to let some things go in order to maintain my sanity (by virtue of writing and releasing stuff) and also to record this extraordinary time in our family's life. We have nurses at our house 24/7 that take care of Giana's medical needs but beyond that unusual situation, we are a normal family. Do I write this for me? Sort-of. For you? Maybe a little bit.For our family to enjoy about 20 years from now? Absolutely.
So, whoever you are asking when I find the time to blog...it's now. 10pm on a Saturday night, for about a half-hour. And all is well. Happy now?
1 comment:
Well said!:)
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