Already Slipping!

There are a few of them lying around the house. One in my nightstand, at least three in my cedar chest, and a couple stashed in my closet. Occasionally I'll stumble across one while cleaning out drawers or under my bed. And no matter what, I always stop what I'm doing and skim through the contents. Which usually doesn't take long since it's more than three-quarters empty.

Yes, I'm talking about daily journals. I always start them with the best of intentions. I vow to make an entry, no matter how short, at the end of each day. I love looking back over them a few years down the road and being reminded of the mundane (I rearranged the bedroom on September 23, 1999) as well as the noteworthy (Phil and I had our first date on April 5, 1996). My intentions are good but life gets in the way and I have a hard time sticking with the program. That's sort of what happened with this blog yesterday.

First of all, I had this: He was home from school with a sore throat.

Then I did this:
Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, all from scratch. Pretty good stuff, but a word of advice: If you grate your own nutmeg, use less than called for in the recipe!

I forget that every time.

I also did four loads of laundry, drying two loads of towels on the clotheslines. I made chicken and dumplings for supper. I cleaned out the cabinet portion of our computer armoire in the family room, sorting books and trying to figure out where to put the ones I'm not ready to give away. I vacuumed. I straightened up the kids' bathroom. I read to my sick boy.

And somehow I didn't make it here to post.

I think I'm gonna have to rearrange my priorities.