I know that old country song is intended to be romantic but ever since Alison Krauss covered it in the early aughts, I always took her sentiment to be more of a "just please stop talking and everybody will be happier" one, which consequently makes that song funnier to me than it's supposed to be.
I didn't intend to abandon the blog over the past month, but life circumstances have made it so that whenever I open a "new post" in blogger I end up half way through a post that I think everybody would be better off not having read. Whether it's the age-old adage "if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all" or Alison Krauss's advice to say it best by saying nothing, both come to mind when I think of why I'm just not blogging right now.
Things are crazy.
They are crazy for everybody, I know.
And in the grand scheme of things, I know, I know, they are crazy because I am crazy blessed.
- new baby coming
- 4 already born wonderful, albeit LOUD, children
- new job (for Mike) beginning end of summer
- prospect of a new home
- prospect of selling our home
- a move to a wonderful place full of wonderful people...
Blessings! All of them! I know!
And that is the reason for the blog silence, because I do not want to communicate to the masses my adolescent-style ingratitude, which is real, and unfortunate, and exists because I'm a baby, a big big baby. Who doesn't want to be selling and buying and moving right now but who would rather set up a temporary camp located on my bed where I have localized kitchen and bathroom access without moving from under my down comforter.
There I said it: I'm large and pregnant and exhausted and having a really hard time looking at all the tremendous blessings I am currently being given as blessings. However, that doesn't need to be inflicted on others in the form of whiny, complainy blog rants. I'll just stick with this one.
I know there are so many others dealing with real, legit difficulties and hardships the likes of which I have never faced. Judging by my inability to deal with tiny things-- like showing our house and the people not buying it, or putting an offer down on a home but having the owners go with the competing offer-- in any way other than pathetic ugly crying, it is a good thing God doesn't have those sufferings in mind for us right now.
I blame being pregnant for all of my reactions to life's hurdles bearing a striking resemblance to that of my 3-year-old's when Joe's takes her toy. Lest you think an adult tantrum can't rival a toddlers in intensity and duration, know that it indeed can.
I kid. Mostly.
But in reality I would probably be dealing with them exactly the same way whether I was pregnant or not, because I need more gratitude and I need to rely more on grace. So I'll work on that, but until then the blog may remain a place of silence until I can find something to say to you other than "life is so hard right now, wha wha wha!!"
In the mean time, send prayers and alcohol!