I Was Going to Write a Blog Post… (Gabrielle)
I was going to write a wonderful blog post today. It was going to be witty and funny and all around an enjoyable read. I was going to relate yesterday’s adventures in bug-bombing, the running around we did and the store we went to for the first time. I was going to write about asking the neighbor to babysit our fish and how grateful I was to be able to spend the time we were waiting at Samaritan in the air-conditioning. I was going to write about how well the children did with the constant change of plans and how cute it was to watch Noah play in Samaritan’s playroom. But then the children got up and I had to make breakfast and stop Noah from eating butter from the butter dish and answering the kids questions and all my creativity went out the window. Maybe I will regale yesterday’s tales tomorrow. Or perhaps I will be witty and creative after the children are in bed tonight. Or maybe it won’t happen until I am a hundred and twenty-three and I am regaling my great-great grandchildren with a tale from my youth. Or I could’ve written it right now when I took the time to write this. But it wouldn’t have been the same, it wouldn’t have been right. Maybe tomorrow I will have the wherewithal to gather my thoughts and record them in an original and intelligent manner. Or not. We’ll see. Until then…
I know. Sometimes you’ve got witty and creative. Sometimes witty and creative are behind a locked door, and you are pretty sure one of the maniacal children has swallowed the key, but you don’t care, you’re just glad they didn’t choke on it and throw up all over the floor, though the floor does need to be mopped anyway, but maybe if you splash enough water on it while you’re washing dishes that will count.
Anyway, what I was trying to say is that witty and creative will be back. They always come back. Eventually.