So I have been composing the cleverest of posts for the past couple of days (which has since vanished from my mind)...tonight after much ado I uploaded the photos, saved the drafts and uploaded a couple more photos for future posts. I switched computers...so I can blog from the comfort of my bed...my MIL is napping in the living room and John is out playing softball so I can blog from bed...leave me alone it is a "special treat". I get all settled, sign on to blogger and pull up said photos...what do I get but a square boxed x.
As I already mentioned I do not have the time or patience for such things but I have not blogged for days.
The main reason I have not blogged is the lack of anything interesting happening in my life and the struggle to find the balance of over sharing my life versus blather in the context of my blog. Do you really want to hear the mundane details of a SAHM? How I made a delicious brown butter, fresh sage chicken dish for dinner twice in the past week or how my house has not been dusted in weeks. How about I moved the kids back to their own rooms after a short stint of room sharing and art room creating...I did indeed move them back partially; Jude still has sewing stuff on shelf next to his bed and Dels has robots & Legos on her bookshelf. To top it off there are Rubbermaid bins of CRAP sitting around our bedroom waiting to go in the attic, be donated or given to a local non profit for a garage sale. Do you want to hear how Jude started tennis lessons and how I found cheaper swimming lessons? How about the fact my kids ate sauteed spinach for dinner with cauliflower and chicken sausage tonight?! Really.
See blather. Nothingness. Daily stuff for me. Blather.
Perhaps I could complain to you about how unfair my life is, who did me wrong and why I have friendship issues.
The woe-is-me saga.
Potentially blather too. You don't want to hear me complain, curse and bad mouth those around me.
Complain. Whine. Grumble.
I know, I could write about how my daughter allows me to pick out her clothes, wants to wear a hat in the sun and is not interested in bothering her brother. But those would be falsehoods.
Maybe I just need to stick to the mantra of my youth...via my mom.
"Is it kind? Is true? Is it necessary?"
In which case I need to get to the bottom of the missing photos so I can carry on with real life blogging in the DeliaJude world of mine...mundane and fantastic all rolled into one. But sadly no crafting of late.