Excuses

Here's why I wasn't able to write a blog post this week:

I was picking wildflowers in the meadow near my home.

I have a dead rat in my van, burrowed and decomposing deep in the under belly of my car. New car parts are being ordered to replace the ones they have to bust open to reach the rat. I won't be writing a love poem about it.

I'm relishing in the fact that my kids are still innocent:

"Mom, a kid at school said a bad word."

"Really? What did the kid say?"

"Shut up."

"Wow." Gives him a big hug and kiss and smells his hair.

I took naps everyday because my meds make me drowsy. Also, I love naps. Also, because I can.

I was writing (non blog-post stories).

I was doing multiplication facts with my sons. Only had to check my phone's calculator once to see what the answer was. In case you didn't know, 12x4=48.

I ran and did yoga and watched Law and Order.

I read poetry and novels and scriptures.

I dragged kids out of bed in the morning and other mornings they dragged me out of bed.

I watched my daughter read new words.

According to my son I was the worst mom ever (told him to play outside) and best mom ever (let him play outside), all in one day!

I took walks, sniffing sprigs of sagebrush along the way.

I answered my daughter's one question over and over.

I finished this blog post that I didn't have time to write one-handed while my son slept in my other arm.

I was busy looking at this view:

I'm sorry to give you a whole line of excuses but now you know why I could't write this blog post. Living life gets in the way sometimes. I hope living a great life gets in your way too.

Happy reading!

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