The problem with announcing that, hey, I’m going to blog again, is the fact that, once said, one puts herself under a bit of a self-imposed obligation to, you know, actually blog again.

What she tends to forget, when writing said post of announcement, is that she does, in fact, have two young ones running wild with boundless energy through her hallways and she has to actually carve out time to sit down, laptop in lap, and think in complete sentences.

What I’m saying is that I’m a little rusty at this, so bear with me. You might read some posts full of absolutely nothing for a week or two. Just until I get my sea legs back.

Anyway.

Today is the kind of day that leaves a person ready for bed at 8:00.

8:00 AM.

Wait–I think I feel like that every day, don’t I? Eh, such is this thing we call motherhood.

It started sweetly… up early, devotions on the couch while John finished his across the room, coffee sipped from my favorite mug (yes, I’m just that sentimental) and then snuggles with Troy when he woke early. He started asking questions about Jesus and somehow we ended up talking about such weighty matters as salvation and, for the first time, I sensed he was really starting to grasp the basic concept of atonement. It was precious, and I was still floating on a mommyish cloud of “oh my word, that child is a gift from God to teach and what a responsibility and he’s so cute and I love him so much and he’s getting so big and soon he’ll really understand salvation and his little tender heart just melts me and…”

…and then we heard the earth shattering “MAMAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” of the toddler, awake now, in his crib, and READY to be whisked off for snuggle time in the big bed.

It was exactly 3.4 minutes before the first hitting or pushing or whatever it was took place and I tried to hold onto my calm while putting out the fire. It worked. Sort of.

Until 5.6 minutes later when the second altercation began, having something to do with who got to lay on Daddy’s pillow and who got to snuggle in Mommy’s right arm or something like that–hard to tell when the only one who can talk coherently is crying–and the calm? It was ready to take flight.

Come on, children. Mommy is feeling very serene and content and spiritual this morning. DO NOT RUIN IT, thankyouverymuch.

I’d like to report that from that point on, the day went off without a hitch. No more scuffles or strife. No bad attitudes, disrespectful tones or disobedience. And with a Mommy who retained every bit of that early morning quietness of heart.

I’d like to report such a thing, but the Bible says “Thou shalt not lie.”

Which might explain why I’m writing about nothingness rather than typing out one of those fifty five posts of actual substance written on the walls of my brain.

I sat down an hour ago intending to get some serious blog work done here. Write a post, wrap up a couple articles I’ve had sitting in the drafts for YLCF, catch up on email (oh, email, how I love and adore thee… until I neglect thee for a week or two, and then, oh email, how demanding thou becomest upon my attentions!) and maybe, just maybe, do some blog hopping, like in the old days.

(Side note: I’ve been visiting a new blog or two every day the past week–some of you lurkers and even sadly neglected faithful commenters, and I must say how much I love finding new people. I get a little giddy at the comments that start out saying, “I’m a long time lurker…” So come on, people, let me know you’re there. (An exemption, I guess, goes out all you church people hiding in the shadows. I already know you’re reading, even if the only way I find out is when you accidentally mention something I never actually told you face to face. HA! Caught red handed.) I heart lurkers.)

But, the only part of that list that was actually accomplished–if you could even call it that–is the writing of this pitiful excuse of a post. The problem? Facebook. I’ve been a long time Facebook hater. Or, more accurately, a Facebook lurker. (See? The lurking thing? A trend.) But somehow, in the past several weeks, I got sucked into the vortex. Slid down the slippery slope. Jumped off the cliff. Dove into the deep end.

Or not really. But, it is amazing the way that place can drain the time out of a person once you get used to short blips about your aunt’s cousin’s daughter’s friend’s sister-that-you-knew-from-preschool’s life. I’m sure there’s someone around here I could blame for my mindless meanderings into Facebook territory, but I’ll keep my suspicions to myself. And, next time, just tell myself the pictures and quizzes and who-knows-what-kind-of-aqua-farm-mafia-life can wait.

Because when there’s an hour free from the moment-by-moment sparring matches that come from having two boys (it’s mind boggling how quickly a simple hug can spontaneously combust into a wrestling match with boys–just imagine the scene when they’re teenagers) I think I should grab it by the horns.

Or, uh… the laptop.

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