When blogging is the only reason for getting up at o'dark thirty, blogging loses. Sleep wins.
Unfortunately, my kids resent any time I spend on the computer during daylight hours. They get downright snippy if I sit for even a second to check e-mail. Forget about trying to post something on Ye Olde Blogg.
While I haven't been able to write at all, I have been taking tons of pictures! Sadly for you, they're all of flowers. And soccer. Oh, my goodness, the soccer. Nobody prepared me for the price of competitive soccer. And I'm not even talking about the astronomical fees. I'm talking about the sacrifice of time—the three practices a week and the one, two, sometimes three games a week. My eldest daughter couldn't have been a couch potato—oh, no, she had to go and inherit her dad's athleticism and love for sports.
Had I rolled my fat butt out of bed at a decent hour last week or not been driving my 11-year-old all over town for soccer practice and games, I'm sure I would have blogged some great posts with fabulous photography.
I would have written a spectacular piece in honor of Father's Day, instead of forgetting to get cards for my husband, father, and stepdad. Oh, and my father-in-law. I forgot him, too.
I would have posted a photographic essay about summer solstice with great pics of Alaskan scenery at midnight, but we did not take our annual trip to Fairbanks for the longest day of the year. I got nothin' for you.
Had I been thinking, I would have made a cute little video clip of the twins playing "office" with the old-fashioned phone we keep in a drawer for when the electricity goes out. Reading glasses perched on the ends of their noses! Pencils clutched in their pudgy little fingers! Nonsensical chattering! You had to be there.
There also would have been an amazing Before and After story about our flooring. You think you don't care about the magic that a professional cleaner worked on the extremely gross carpet covering our stairs, but my creative post would have made you care.
Okay. So I don't have pictures to go with any of those imaginary posts, those posts that would have been the very best I've ever written, those posts that would have attracted a literary agent to my blog in wonder and amazement. But I do have this photo:
Count your blessings. It could have been a picture of my stained carpet.
Dinner last night: big salad with sliced almonds, dried cranberries, and chunks of grilled chicken