Been Busy, Will Write Sometime, Maybe

I find it an operative axiom that the busier I am, and therefore the more I have to write about, that inevitably the less I will write. Whereas, in the weeks and months when I have very little, if indeed any demands at all on my time, I can write and write thoughts until my family wonders where their lovely wife has gone, and who this zombie, Internet/blog obsessed robot is who has taken her place.

December and January have been so filled with commitments, family happenings, celebrating of seasons, that I actually cannot find time to write about it all, or even basically any of it. Recently I've even gone days, days I tell you, without even getting near a computer. It's like my pre-blog days, where I would get on the Internet and check my email about once a week. Avram would check it daily for me, and if there was anything worth noting, he would tell me what it was (although this wasn't a perfect system, since what he thinks worth noting and what I do don't always match up...). I'm finally feeling our lives settle back down into some sort of routine, without any holidays in sight, and with everyone feeling well and the house even, sort of, almost clean (well, picked up. Now I need to get to organizing every room, which is always a monumental task. I read a book about clutter, that talked about clutter types, and I'm type "B," who keeps their clutter behind closed drawers and in nice and "neat" piles - that are all still filled with all sorts of junk. Like my TV cabinet, which has a drawer filled with random knitting supplies, DVDs, papers, etc, etc, until I can hardly close it, and sometimes a stray knitting needle gets caught in the crossfire and bends, and then I have to get all angry about it.

My goal this Monday is to get Lydia and Elisheva's room organized enough to take pictures of it, because I've hung all their pictures, and it's all cute in there now. Our room is clean, so I can take pictures of it as well, but honestly, it has no cuteness factor. It's just a random bunch of mismatched furniture and pictures that don't quite match anywhere else in the house. Our Relief Society this year is doing a Domestic Diva University, with goal, kind of like an advanced Personal Progress, that we can complete for a Bachelor's, Master's, and Doctorate levels (for all my friends who are actually in advanced programs, and feel that real Master's and Doctorate's would squish this all hollow, rest assured, it is not the purpose of this program to challenge the time level of commitment and studying that real programs have. It's just in similitude). I love goals, and unlike "resolutions" which tend to have a "I'll do this resolution until I inevitably fall off the wagon, sometime in mid February," goals, to me at least, are meant to be accomplished by the end of the year, so that I have all year to become good at whatever I've set out to do. And, I love them.

Just looking at the booklet has inspired all sorts of things I can accomplish this year, things like completing all my mending (which has been building up for years), or actually exercising (which goal I think I'll leave until the average temperature isn't in the single digits). I'm not sure how much blog writing I'll fit into all of my newfound determination to be amazing. I'd like to do at least a couple of times a week, maybe more. As I'm writing this post I realize basically I've been rambling, and I could have summed it up in: Been busy, will be busy, will try to write, because I like to have a record of my life and thoughts.

Oh, and Elisheva yesterday not only got into a sitting position herself (which Avram tells me she's done before, but this was the first time I saw it), but then proceeded to pull herself up to standing with the aid and support of the couch (she can't let go yet), and then cruised a couple of steps down the couch. Lydia didn't do this until she was over a year old, so although I don't think Elisheva is particularly advanced (she'll be nine month old in ten days), to us this is flabbergasting seeing her little chubby body do so much.