Disclaiming
It's four thirty in the morning, and ever since I nursed the baby an hour ago, I haven't been been able to sleep. What better time to blog?
To quote words I wrote before, "My blog isn't a personal journal or a ... forum for matters of theology, philosophy, parenting methods, or diaper choices, and it likely never will contain anything other than a glut of snapshots."
As I rearranged the glut of snapshots I've loaded recently, I had to laugh. Or was it a groan? Blogs are a patchwork, at best, and that's okay most of the time. There's really no way to give a seamless view of a life, and even if there was, I wouldn't want to. For me, the problem develops when the blog creator presents a false view, either deliberately or unconsciously, of herself or of whom the strange sphere of her electronic world includes. Occasionally, this happens here. Because I choose to share the substantial joy of the ordinary and not much else, shotsnaps tilts crazily to one side, which leads me to this:
As I type, my house looks like a train just plowed into the side, through the middle, and out the other end. This week has been a steady spiral downward in terms of housekeeping. The dishes are half done, the floor is unswept and unmopped, and I still need to put the baby's winter clothes into the basement. The smell of a Piper Who Shall Not Be Named And Who Already WAS Potty-trained pervades the downstairs, and it is not a pretty smell. There are many other heaps and hills I need not mention, and let's not mention the state of the basement, shall we? You know those mom-blogs that show a picture of a charmingly "messy" room only to show the gleaming after picture? [You know who you are, women!*] Well, let me just say that the messes round these parts wouldn't charm the warts off a frog, and I'd NEVER keep them for posterity.
Now that I've got that off my chest, you can enjoy the shiny pictures.
*And I'm not picking on those before/after pictures I've seen from several of you, either. I wish my befores were as charming, but they happen to be a bit more horrifying dramatic instead.
5 comments :
That is exactly why I LOVE to come look & read your blog! Your pics are beautiful & your family the same!!! You are a wonderful woman of God Abby & I am soooo Blessed to know you!!!
Mary
Someday, maybe I'll live up to your kind words. Until then, you make me want to be better!
Ugh. My house, too. Somehow I do laundry and then can't get it put away.
The best thing for me- company is coming this weekend, so tomorrow I must shut off my kindle and hang some things up!!!
Me, too! The company, that is.
I don't have a kindle to distract me, but what the heck is this computer doing on?
I just realized that my comment sounded condescending, as if I NEVER have laundry hanging about.
I didn't mean it the way it sounds, and, sadly, I suffer from laundry block occasionally, too. Why bother when it will be dirty again in a day or two?
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