You cannot know this, but I am whispering. Actually I am not speaking, but as I type out this post, I am imagining the words in a very quiet, hushed voice. This is because everyone is sleeping, and I do not want to disturb the house... the house is sleeping too. All is calm.
Sometime before eleven last night, Alex and William hollered up the stairwell, "Can we watch Batman?" Aren't they good guys? They ask. On a summer night, when we (adults) are falling asleep, and they could probably get away with about anything, they want permission to stay up way too late watching old Batman animations. Why do I love this?
"Yes," was our reluctant reply. Aren't we supposed to insist they go to bed at nine, and wake at dawn, and paint fences, or something?
"But QUIETLY," is my last word, as they laugh giddily in cartoonish anticipation. They are still laughing when they promise to not play the movie loudly.
They did play the movie quietly, or at least I think the volume was low, but they laughed so loudly I wouldn't know. We love to hear our children laughing.
Even though I was kept up late by the very loud laughter coming from downstairs, I am up early. It's fine. I read news headlines, and cruised FB, checked email, visited blogs. I had the same debate I have every month or so... Why do I blog? Do I say too much? Could it be better? Should I go back to just emailing mom, friends, some in-laws? What is the point of this strange, open journal, and couldn't I just walk away? And then, as part of the same every month or so debate, I have a small pity party for myself, because I have not landed a book contract, or sponsors, or had my interview with Terry Gross... for a series she does speaking with semi-normal, mediocre, underachievers who are unaccomplished, yet surprisingly fascinating. And then I remember... I would not have a thing to wear, or a skill to demonstrate if I were waking up to appear on the Today Show. And I don't even like flying, or thinking about what to wear. And I am horrible at managing my usual routine and chores, and would likely fail epically if my duties/responsibilities were increased. Then I feel a kind of relief in my semi-normal, mediocre, underachiever realm, except that I wish I had gone for a walk, instead of having a small pity party. I may have wasted another opportunity to better myself.
Did I say too much?
Now I am going to pay bills. Then I am going to load the dishwasher. I also plan to go to the post office... finally. I am the world's worst post office visitor ever. I simply cannot get myself in there. with. packages. ever. It is a source of shame. I am sharing the shame in hopes of shaming myself in to action. I'll let you know if it works. Won't that be worth reading about?
By the way, three roosters are in a crowing match, somewhere in our back yard. I have a feeling we will be meeting more of neighbors soon.
Have a nice day.