My Dog Ate My Blog Post and Other Excuses
It’s been five days since I last posted, and I’m fully aware that I have broken the first rule of blogging: Blog regularly!
Once you hear why, I think you’ll be inclined to forgive me. My brother got married Friday! Coco and I were bridesmaids; Soleil was the flower girl, and Eric the best man. All waking hours last week were consumed with the wedding J
Wednesday, I was up half the night ironing very stubborn tablecloths. When my alarm went off Thursday at 5am to write, I snoozed it for a good two hours.
Thursday morning, I squeezed in an early dentist appointment before we set off to decorate the church for the reception and had the rehearsal and dinner. Then, the wedding party and four of the bride’s out of town friends all crashed at our house for a girls’ night.
Friday was the wedding, and after staying to clean up, we arrived home at 1am with three guests. My husband was on-call for work and was called twice during the night. A little one had a bad dream. I could only dream of sleep.
Saturday morning, I awoke early to a phone call arranging shuttles for our guests. I then went to a morning Bible study and raced home for an appointment at our house with a flooring company. While the man was going over an estimate for flooring, I worked up an estimate of my own and figured I had seven hours of sleep total over three days.
After some family time on Saturday night, I dropped into bed. We turned off the phones and alarms. Finally, I could catch up on some sleep! And sleep I did, until my husband gallantly woke me at 11am. I forgave him instantly for interrupting my REM when I saw in his hands was a steaming hot tray of breakfast. The wedding inspired him, I think.
I ate leisurely in bed, while Soleil set up an additional tray next to me and filled it with my pretend breakfast. It was lovely.
Since I only write when the kids are sleeping, I enjoyed a nice Sunday of catching up on cleaning and washing the massive amounts of bedding we went through. We had no distractions, except for one welcome one.
My dad called to say they’d like to have the girls Monday for a visit. This means as soon as Eric gets home from a couple hours of work, we are going to enjoy a rare day alone together.
So there they are: My excuses. What do you say, can you forgive me?
Tomorrow, I’ll be back on schedule and I can’t wait to share some things God sneaked into my heart at the wedding. Until then, Happy President’s Day!