Ok, so…

I do really love blogging.  Honest.

I just choose not to make time for it anymore right now because:

Some days I wipe 3 poopy butts all in a row (not including my own, people) and it takes a really long time.  I mean, 2 of them are cloth diapered and that whole process is more than I really want to write about.  Then the oldest one, well, we waver back and forth between “making it in time” and “skidmarks”…so, yeah.

The past 4 days I’ve been consumed with either canning peaches that were ready when I wasn’t, or familial obligations out-of-state which meant I had to pack water, diapers, packnplay, snacks, emergency snacks, suckers, extra snacks, puffs, baby food, spoons, bibs, stroller, toys, extra underwear, just-in-case clothes, pajamas, extra diapers, sunscreen, sunglasses, a dish to share, and my phone charger – all for a trip that took as long as it did to be at the actual reunion.

Oh, and the peaches that I’ve ‘finished’ canning?  I was so excited to have the last canner on that I forgot to bring it to a ‘slow boil’ and almost exploded one of the cans (read: they didn’t all seal – so WASTE OF MY TIME)

Some days, like today, I have some poop on my leg that isn’t even mine.

There are a lot of little people needing constant attention in my house.  At any given moment someone is learning how to unload the dishwasher while simultaneously fighting with their sibling about not getting to have the yellow car that they want, even though they do have a yellow car of their own.  While the younger sibling is fighting with the sibling doing a chore, he also yells at the recently mobile baby for pushing and biting on his chair which, by the decibel of his screams, informs me that he believes his life is in mortal danger.  Lastly, that baby spits up on the floor and then army crawls through it causing the older siblings to panic, but then he manages to slide through the spit up in such a way that none of us can find it on the carpet once I am alerted because the he has smooshed it into his onesie and the carpet and speaking of the baby, where’d he crawl off to?  Oh, there he is, sucking on my gardening shoe and playing with the cord from the monitor.  Did I mention that this all happened in the span of 30 seconds?  If so much takes so little time, why does it feel like I can never get anything done?

Then there’s Monday: laundry day.  Today I luckily looked at most of the shirts and caught a sticker before throwing it in and causing the entire kids laundry load to stick together from the residue of those wonderful yet cursed little joy-bringers.

And my hair?  I trimmed it, 4 months ago.  I think.  (it is time, Simba)

Some evenings, when my knight-in-shining-armor returns home to save all of us from nearly annihilating each other over whose turn it is to draw on the magnadoodle, I find myself standing in awkward positions, like a started walking and then stopped with only one foot on the ground, transfixed by what is going on in the Instagram world, and suddenly snap out of it to realize everyone is happy in the living room and 13 minutes have passed me by and I can’t even remember whose name is ‘sweeet_sally_16’ because I don’t even know any Sally’s, but man, I must have needed some detox time.

Then there are the projects.  The computer armoire, bookshelf, stool, and possibly some walls need painted.  The new curtains need hung, but I don’t have the right rings (or the right curtain rods depending on how you look at it).  There are a pile of frames without a home.  We started a compost bin but it’s not in the correct spot.  There are STILL TOMATOES GROWING IN MY GARDEN.  Joel brought me a pallet and says he has an endless supply at work (I just clicked over to Pinterest to make a board of projects for pallets that I probably will never get to, boohoo, and ended up wasting 17 minutes).  And I have this grand idea of a bedroom redo (thanks, The Nesting Place) but so far, it’s still a mess and we have no time to ‘fix’ it.

I could go on some more, I think, but I have a few laundry basket’s of clothes to fold, the boys are napping, and I really would rather be reading Unglued by Lysa TerKeurst or blogs from some of my friends that do still make time for some creative outlet

And for the 3 of you that still read this (Hi, Mom!), thank you, without your feedback, it would feel like this was a giant waste of my time 🙂

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15 responses to “Ok, so…

  1. Oh Rachel…i know more people than that read your blog! But i completely understand what you are talking about. i feel a bit more pressure to blog because i need to stay connected with friends and supporters back home, but it is not easy to find that time! Thanks for being real–you made me laugh out loud 🙂 Love you and prayers for you right now!

  2. Rachel I know exactly how you feel! Most days I feel like I rush rush rush and get absolutely nothing done. Or it atleast feels that way. I feel like Monday is a new start to all the craziness and I’m never going to be done or catch up.

    I’m completely baffled as to why you have problems with your jars sealing. I have not had one do it to me yet since I started canning. I think I would probably cry if it did since it’s so time consuming and hard work. I would like to get to the bottom of that:)!!!

    • Well, when canning peaches they need to be at a ‘gentle boil’ to seal, not a rapid one or they might explode 🙂 I’m lazy and forgetful! Lucky me – 7 of the 8 sealed correctly when it was all said and done!!!
      You are so diligent – I doubt you’ll ever have the problems I do!

  3. Jeff & Leslie Morris

    I loved reading this. Chuckled several times as I picture the incidents. Yesterday I was complaining to Jeff about this HUGE list of things I WANT to do but really, I know deep down the Lord doesn’t ask that I do it all so I’ve got to figure out what to give up and what to keep.

    I still have one dining room window without curtains. The last time Jeff went to Walmart the curtain rod I wanted to match my others was out of stock. I bought new curtains for my bedroom (that is getting a mild makeover) and they looked like shower curtains and they still haven’t been returned and it causes me anxiety when I think about the fact they are still not returned. Then I have the crazy messy office that has piles and if I could just think clearly I know I could make it so very organized and functional. Not to mention the wall that has plaster on it and needs painted over or the flop of a desk project that looks like someone peed all over the beautiful white I had pictured in my head. Jeff’s barn is still only half sided and the roof leaks. I could go on..I guess this is NORMAL, right?!?! We can just laugh together at it all!

    And seriously, canning peaches and not have them seal!?!?! UGH! I think I might have cried..did you??? I am going to attempt applesauce this year..but yeah, another thing…I want to can all this fresh food and every year I say I’m going to be more organized and get it done..it simply doesn’t happen and I beat myself up about it and then realize that I am not superwoman and this type of thing is a new skill I’ve recently learned not anything I’ve been gifted at or actually enjoy doing.

    Today I told Jeff my life centers around the kitchen.making meals and cleaning up. I enjoy the making..not the cleaning up.

    And the reality of all this is that I’m sure we can live more in community and help each other out but that takes brain power we don’t have most days 🙂

    Ahhhh.your date night at the Tin Caps was so cute with Mylin. I bet she loved that one on one time.

    Leslie

  4. hahaha!!! the paragraph starting “There are a lot of little people needing…” is hilarious! I can just picture it. oh that “recently mobile baby” chewing on your garden shoe. hahaha!!! 🙂

    Fun read which I can totally relate to 🙂

  5. I want to hug you, high five you, laugh with you, cry with you, get you a drink, and eat cake with our pants off. this is the best. I.love.you.

  6. I smiled at your pain the whole time I was reading 🙂
    Walls need painting–furniture needs painting–frames need hung? You have a friend on West South BEGGING you to let her help you 🙂 (with the actual painting or just taking 3 kids for 2 hours in the morning so you can hang 3 frames in peace)

  7. Jodgie and I just read your blog lounging in bed this morning and we are so grateful for having all of you …poop and all ( we had to giggle a little). We loved yesterday having the chance to watch ALL of the little nuts on our family tree in one basket. We praise God for the branches and the nuts!!!

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