Why I can’t blog for FlyLady (or myself) and other excuses

We went camping this last weekend at Canyonlands National Park and also visited Arches National Park. I had never been to either one before and they were really cool to see. You may have already known that there is an average rainfall of only about 9 inches a year in that desert region, but what you probably didn’t know is that the entire 9 inches would fall during the two nights in October that my family chose to camp there. Yah, we didn’t know that either. Weird. By the way, little pop-up trailers/campers really do a good job of keeping you dry despite torrential rainfall. I slept horribly though, because I always think that every little noise is the footsteps of Jack the Ripper trying to break into our trailer and put our family on that Nancy Grace show. Besides that, I saw that episode of Man vs. Wild where Bear Gryllis taught that you should not camp in the desert during rainfall because flash floods can carry your tent away and toss you off a cliff. Believe me, I relived that episode over and over in my mind all night. Plus Natalie got cold and climbed in my sleeping bag with me. Both nights. You can imagine the peaceful slumber that followed all these factors. Despite my dramatic account of the accommodations, we really did have a nice trip and I’m still a fan of camping.

[Pretend I have a camera and that I just inserted beautiful landscapes and happy-family photos here.]

The post-camping aftermath, however, is always a slow and painful recovery. My hallway was full of dirty clothes, half-empty coolers, soggy bedding, and the DVDs and other items collected from the floor of the car. And when you didn’t sleep so great the whole weekend, you’d rather be washed off a cliff by a flash flood than have to face that big mess of work. So for the last few days I’ve been wandering my house like a zombie looking at piles and rooms that really need to be cleaned and wishing I lived in a parallel universe. One with a big, comfy bed and self-cleaning children and houses. I tried to make a joke to myself when I walked through the kitchen the other day: “Hey, I wonder why Martha Stewart or the FlyLady haven’t contacted you to do some guest posts on their blogs?” See, I’m even snarky to myself, except I didn’t even really think I was that funny.

Other than getting my GCBC post up late Sunday night, I haven’t mustered up a blog post since then, and let’s face it, this one here is just mostly an excuse for not writing one. I had an argument with a loved one and my feelings got hurt, and I decided I needed to write a letter to express my feelings in the right way. I like to write things down instead of having confrontations. I can choose my words carefully and say everything I really want to say without being interrupted. The process also helps me give words and meaning to my feelings, making them more tangible and more memorable. So while I usually walk around drafting blog posts in my head, I’ve spent the last few tired days drafting this letter in my head instead. And I still haven’t written it because it’s hard, but I will.

I also spent several hours today at the Children’s Hospital with Natalie.  I now know more about bladder health and bladder dysfunction than I know about my own husband.  Here’s hoping our plan of action leads to improvements.

On a lighter note, can I say how much I love that I can write a blog post called “Stuff you should do for me” and all you wonderful reader-people-friends just pop in and give me the greatest advice and ideas, or commiseration, or whatever else it is I need? So thank you. I’m on the cusp of solving my photography issue, but I’m thinking I should set up some rotating schedule or something for all you nice folks who offered to step in and do it yourself. That would be awesome. I could have monthly photo shoots, and all those “My enchanted family” portrait collectors would be so jealous because I’d have like an album-cover wall-of-fame up in my living room with glamour shots of my family in a plethora of exotic settings and matching outfits. So, yah, watch for that sign-up sheet to come around soon. (Not really, I’m joking, unless of course you really did want to take photos of our family because that’s just the funnest way you can think of to spend your time, then by all means, let’s talk.)  I may never need to buy a camera after all.

I NEED MORE CONFERENCE TALK AND PHOTO CONTEST SUBMISSIONS. I do have some, but I know there’s more talent lurking out there. You have until Sunday. Go here for more about the conference talk thing and here (see #4) for instructions about the motherhood photo contest. Email your submissions to dd.stephanie[at]gmail.com — you understand that instead of actually writing [at], you actually use the little @ symbol, right?

In case this post has sounded depressing or desperate, I wanted to share some of this cool devotional I studied this morning. I scanned a list of recent titles looking for something that might strike a chord with me, and this talk called “Avoiding Spiritual Drift” stood out to me. It was given by a chemistry professor, but give it a chance despite all the sciency analogy talk at the beginning. I really liked what he had to say. Here’s a glimpse:

“I think that one of the most insidious, yet most common, standards that we use is comparison with the lives of those around us. This corrupt standard expresses itself in a variety of ways. [He shares some cool examples from his own life] . . . I need to draw an important distinction at this point between using others as measuring sticks for our own progress and turning to the examples that others set for inspiration. We can find motivation and inspiration in the accomplishments and gifts of others without making the kind of comparisons that lead to pride or depression. . . . The pitfalls […] don’t lie in recognizing strengths or deficiencies in those around us, but in using those observations as measures of our own value.”

Okay, I’m done now.  Really.  I’m not going to write any p.s. or anything.  Okay, bye.

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15 thoughts on “Why I can’t blog for FlyLady (or myself) and other excuses

  1. Ha,,,memories. We camped with our seven in a hufe tent 12X12 gortex ocre yello that one tine turnef into a huge waterbed in oregon and once someone took a picture of our family and the inside of or tent (dirty abies-greasy hair and all to show back home because he thought we were such a attraction to remember
    He did give us one of his books sigbed thou’ he was a writer for kids books. I wonder if je ever wrote book about us… Loved your post yes the after camping experience is only ever to be understood by mothers. Wait until they go to scouts and you don’t get the joy of camping,,,only thje cleaning part….I”ll want to read your blog then!stock up on chlorine now! Those socks abd little mess kits will need!

  2. Sorry for the mispelsin my previous comment. These blackberry key boards aren’t made for border line half blind 50 sonethings.can the motherhood photo contest count for empty nester grandma with 10 chicken and a dog?.

  3. love camping, even in the rain, but I am with you… I CANNOT sleep! So I can only last about 3 days without sleep… so 3 days of camping and I am DONE! :)

    I love the picture…. so beautiful… we need to take our kids there.

  4. Camping is so exhausting and it really does trash your house. When my menfolk go camping it seems to take me three days to recover from the damage they do upon returning. I’m glad they can go do the scouting thing and all, but I hate scouting so much at the conclusion of every camping adventure. I figure it is balanced out by my extreme love of scouting as I get a night alone while they are off grunting and building fires and being manly men.

    Still working on my FGC talk. I warned ya. I’m awful about coming in right at deadline!

    As for photos… put me down in April. I’m trying to plan a trip west for then! *GRINS* Unless you happen to want to come to DC! ;)

  5. Any camping produces such a mess! My guys are all boy scouts and it is amazing how they dirty three times as much stuff while camping than they do when they are home. And the smell!!

  6. Okay, I’d be interested to know where you draw your devotional material stuff from? Do you go through BYU Devotional talks? Past Ensign articles? Just curious. I love the idea of doing that.

    Also, I think you’re great. For what it’s worth. ;)

  7. Know what’s even worse than coming home from camping to the mess? Not getting to even enjoy the trip but still having to clean up after the boys who did. Good thing I love them so much! :)
    Good luck finding the energy! :)
    And PS – I think you’re great too! Always inspiring to me!

  8. I really agree with that. I do tend to be inspired by other people, and not really compare myself. I’m not sure how I got so lucky to get at trait like that, but I did.
    I think I’d rahter fit in skinny jeans though.
    Well, maybe not…

  9. Thanks for keeping it real. I’m glad I’m not the only one who has days, weeks, *cough cough* months like this. It is hard to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and do things sometimes. Best of luck and I hope you (and I) can feel good about who we are in spite of not always doing everything we think we should.

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