I was real bored with my post yesterday. So bored, in fact, that I felt the need to post again today. No worries Ivy and Emily, you (my subject) didn't bore me. It was my restlessness, my need to write more, to express what I was REALLY feeling. However, I kept it short and nondescriptive and it bothered me all day that I didn't write more. What IS it with this addictive blogging?! The ironic, and possibly plain stupid thing about it, is that I feel the need to write about
time (and my poor use of it. Yes, I continue to blog..?).
When Geof. and I were first married, I used the excuse of being sick and pregnant to not cook (yes, I was sick and prego 3 short weeks after), and then when we had kids, I had the good excuse of a baby, changing hormones, inexperience, Geof.'s crazy work/school schedule, Cole not really eating regular "adult" food, oh so many excuses..to not cook. At least not on a regular basis. Yes, once in a while (if we were lucky, twice a week), I'd pull something together and have it ready for a sit down meal. But most of the time, we were eating at separate hours througout the day, and very seldomly together at the table.
My good friend
Emily lived next door to us in our first apartment in Orem. She was a
fanstastic cook! Not only did she seem to always have a clean, orderly home, she also was able to pull off (daily) a hot, delish meal, ready and waiting on the table when her husband arrived home from school. Poor Geof. had to deal with a mess of a house (I
will say that I've never been dirty, messy, but not dirty..I'm pretty nazi about my toilets and kitchen floor) and an unprepared, "hm..oh, it's 10 pm? What do you want for dinner? Oatmeal, again?!" wife. And he never complained. Yes, he'd poke fun of me when I was poking fun of myself, but that was pretty much it.
Six years and 2 MORE kids later, I'm still in the same spot! What's WRONG with me?! Wait, I know the answer to that. I could be in the kitchen at this very moment preparing some tasty cuisine for my beebs (kids, not boobs..if you're confused) and patient husband, but I'm not. I'm on the computer..again. Don't judge me, you are too. (;
I do know that a schedule works
real well for the ADD type that I am, which is exactly what I'm going to do as soon as Dayne finishes Wubbzy's Big Movie on netflix. And I'm sure this schedule, meals and all, will work just wonderfully for a good 2 weeks or so, but then I'll be back in the same rut again: What to cook?! A slim budget, a desire to cook without meat and lots of fresh fruits and veggies, the fact that most everything I try comes with Cole's (and sometimes Dayne's) consistent reaction, "Ew..this is gross!", to which he gets sent to his room for a good 10 minutes (unless I'm in a good mood and can sweetly explain how that makes me feel), are just a
few of the reasons why I have a hard time cooking for my family.
I looked up "time" in the scriptures and came across this one that I'd never read before: "Because to every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the misery of man is great upon him." Ecclesiastes 8:6.
Hm.., I do bring a lot of misery upon myself when I don't use time and judgement wisely. (;
Oh, and one more thing. Cole and Dayne have their Primary program this weekend. I'm the primary pianist and if anything else (it's not my favorite calling), I get to keep my eye on my two oldest. Cole's speaking part is
this scripture. We've been practicing it a lot more than Cole would like these last 3 days. I've heard this scripture many, many times in my life, but it's perfect! If we could only make that our motto every day.. I DO love the scriptures.
