glad tidings of comfort and joy

After church yesterday I had a three hour nap!

blogging fears realized

I used to always think it was funny when a blog post would begin, "Sorry I haven't posted much lately. . . ." I mean, isn't your blog mainly written for you, so why apologize to an invisible group of would-be readers? I now understand that underlying apologetic feeling. "Sorry my life is pretty mundane and my brain so tired that I can think of nothing of interest or great worth to share today. Sorry I don't have a million fun links, or a constantly evolving banner, or some fresh idea to light the world on fire. Not today."

A few major stumbling blocks that kept me from starting a blog in the first place are that I was afraid I:

• wouldn't always have the time to post frequently.
• wouldn't have sufficient items of interest about which to post.
• would fret too much about my writing, trying to craft the perfectly-written piece.
• would get bored with the layout, but frustrated in trying to change it.

Well, I'm there. Bear with me, and I'm sure I'll eventually stumble onto something sufficiently motivating.

See--I'm not the only one

I've been fighting the blues today, missing the girls and not looking forward to Mark being out of town this week for business. I'm not even used to just four yet, and now Mark's departure makes three. I've been trying to keep my chin up, as my mood seems to effect those of everyone else at home (one of the more burdensome tasks as a mother, that of Mood Maker).

I was doing fairly well until John came up while I was making dinner, and with a teary look in his eye said, "I missed hearing blow dryers when I woke up this morning!" Who knew that a fourteen-year-old boy would miss the sound of his sisters styling their hair on Sunday morning.

The bathroom does look a little empty without the customary tangle of appliance cords.

On a brighter note, I was getting a package ready to send the girls and was thinking I'd use my cute Good Mail labels from Jill, but wishing they said "Mom" instead of "Denise." Lo and behold, what to my wondering eyes should appear in Friday's mail, but a cute card with a sweet note and a little bag of "Good Mail from Mom" labels! Thanks, Jill--you're not only very thoughtful, but apparently a mind reader as well.