What's wrong with me?
Really. I opened blogspot--for the first time in almost two years--this morning to set up a new page for my book club. I spent the next hour reading old posts and "remembering" funny/sad/heartfelt moments from years past and wondering why I quit writing these things down.
I will regret it. I already do.
Case in point: the kids have now been up for less than 5 minutes and they've all already made me smile and sigh.
Lucy instantly complained that someone messed up Crystal's bed (her tiny stuffed pink wolf)... "I don't know who it was. Maybe the L-U-C-Y ghost??" Where does she get this stuff?!
Jonah and Jackson went immediately to the glass door to see if there was snow and whispered their shouts of excitement to each other, so they wouldn't wake up Lucy (who was already up, but they didn't know that). When Jackson turned around and saw me in the living room chair (I'm usually in the kitchen and/or laundry room when they get up), he squealed and ran toward me in his most excited fashion: with one arm spinning around bicycle-style... then he jumped over the chair arm and onto my lap.
Jonah, grinning ear-to-ear, climbed on top of both of us and said he just loved foggy, snowy days and hoped it would stay this way all day. "It's just beautiful outside!"
Smile. Sigh.
Since I haven't checked in for a looong time, I have a million things to say--like usual--but I'll stop here because I know the main reason I never write is because it takes too long. Well. Normal people don't spend two hours writing a few paragraphs, like I do. Their posts might not always be perfect, but they're entertaining and informative and they have wonderful chronicles of their good times and stories. I don't.
Maybe my resolution this year will be writing/updating once a month? Even if no one reads blogs anymore (see?? Facebook really is the devil!), I'll have the stories later on for myself and the kids.
Okay... so if anyone is actually reading this, Merry Christmas! You might get a card from me in a few weeks... or I'll quit halfway through, like I usually do, and end up wondering what to do with the 50 leftover cards next December. Isn't the suspense thrilling??
Happy Snow Day!!
