Back on Track

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then I must be on the superhighway.

Back in high school, my sister and I shared a car.  My recollection is that whenever it was time for me to go somewhere, the gas gauge was sitting on empty, and when my sister was questioned, she replied, "Well, I meant to."

So it goes with blogging.  "I meant to."

Said sister also forwarded the following a few years ago, and it's becoming more and more reflective of reality as time progresses.

If You Give A Mom a Muffin

If you give a mom a muffin, she'll want a cup of coffee to go with it. She'll pour herself some. Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.  She'll wipe it up. Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do laundry. When she puts the laundry in the  washer, she'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper. She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With A Pound Of Hamburger.) The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow. She will look for her checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old. She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two-year-old. While she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up. She'll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee. Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some. And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee, her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

The past two weeks have been consumed with antibiotic doses and snotty noses; dirty diapers and dirty dishes; lessons to be both taught and learned; and a serious lack of sleep.  Little time for pictures; no time for blogging.  And to top it off, Doug announced this morning that we're out of coffee.  (Guess where I'll be at 6am tomorrow?)

Hope springs eternal though and His mercies are new every morning.  Maybe this week will be better.