At Stake Conference (a church function) we were counseled several times to keep a history of our lives. Gone are the days of dear diary for me. My first diaries were of little interest, they usually consisted of what I had for lunch or phrases like “Nothing happened today.”
How can one have a day where nothing happens?
In my teenage years, journal entries became vividly more exciting, but I intend on burning those before my daughter ever finds them.
So in the spirit of dear diary, I am going to the list version of what I did yesterday.
- Worked eight hours at ebay
- Did dishes
- Did one load of laundry (tried to do two, but dropped a battery down the lint removal thing and spent an hour with a magnetized pole to try to remove battery–battery is still in there)
- Put videos away at the store since Scott has an apparent aversion to this task.
- Gave Murky and Bing haircuts (absolutely necessary since they were looking like orphans)
- Spent two hours on yardwork.
- prepared dinner.
- swept floors and had to play taskmaster as Murky and Bing mopped the dining room and kitchen floors (this would have been easier–and faster–to do myself, but then they lose the satisfaction of a job well done and don’t get the lesson on the value of work–or something like that)
- ate dinner/played the what-was-my-favorite-part-of-the-day game with Scott and the kids (which sometimes gets pretty silly)
- Put kids to bed. Scott usually handles this part since he is such a good daddy. So for me this consisted of shouting out “Brush your teeth!” and “Say your Prayers!” as I settle into my computer chair to write.
- Edited forty pages of The Hazzardous Universe.
- Edited fifteen pages in another manuscript for someone else.
- Arranged the spreadsheet for the catering at the LDStorymaker conference to ensure that everyone is getting the meal they desire. Cussed at the fact that I lost the spreadsheet and had to enlist Scott’s help to find it on my hard drive.
- Said my own prayers (It’s glaringly apparent I need all the help I can get)
- Went to bed.
So you see . . . I cannot dear-diary my life, because no one really wants the internal monologue as I go through my daily chores(aside from the fact that it would contain an abundance of cussing). The list is irritating enough (I’m still miffed over the battery thing).
I do keep a journal for each of kids. Sort of letters to them as they grow and expand in their lives. I started it with the hope that when Rae became a teenager–too cool to listen to the mother of her present, she might be willing to listen to the mother of her past. I decided not to play favorites and started letters to the boys as well. I love my letters to them. For me, that is REAL writing time. Hopefully that will count as journal keeping for me.