Sunday Morning Over Coffee

Last night, after a long (but relaxing, enjoyable, and admittedly, not that tiring) Shabbat, and cooking tonight's dinner for us and another family with a new baby, I noticed that the dishwasher had finished.

Me to Ben: If I were a really good person, I'd unload the dishwasher and reload it with all the rest of the dirty dishes from cooking.

Am I a really good person?

Ben to Me: No, babe, you aren't a really good person.

So there you have it, folks. How wonderful to be able to rely on my mediocrity.

On other topics, Eden's makeup advice can be inspired. She somehow dug up a pot of green glittery shadow at the back of my makeup drawer (what was she doing in my makeup drawer?!) and begged me to wear it. This is the 2nd week in a row, so I decided to agree, even though I thought it was a bit garish. Turns out that just a little bit of it looks terrific. She was so so happy to have a pretty Mommy. Note to self: Art classes for her next year.

Blogging Forward

So I realized that I don't really know where this blog is going. I don't have any sort of direction for it, and feel limited by lots of different things.

Some being:

• I don't want to blog about my kids. Meaning, I don't really want to quote all the cute things they say, what they are up to (aside from the basics - Yemima crawls all over the house now.), and how I feel about it. Some day, Eden and Yemima will be better at internet searches than I will be, and will find all these things. As will all their friends, potential boyfriends, possibly employers - who knows?
• I don't want to complain. Vent - yes, but complain and constantly complain - no. That cannot be healthy, and I don't want to do it.
• I also don't want to continuously tell everyone how wonderful my life is. I have a severely jealous streak in me, and I know that I wouldn't want to read that about someone else. So I'll save the stories about what a wonderful family and life I have and how lucky we feel, and how much we feel that God has blessed our lives in countless ways for a more private place. (Ok I just had to get some of that out...)
• I refuse to write about work, other than a few words here and there. It's a major part of my life, and I enjoy it, and that's all I'm going to say about it. I think that any more is unprofessional.
• I also refuse to talk a lot about family. I have too many family members as readers to risk that. If I did, I might end up with no traffic at all.
• I also refuse to talk about religion. While I have some interesting thoughts (I think), the above goes the same. If I did, I might end up with no traffic at all.
• Sometimes I have big and great ideas (or more often, Ben has big and great ideas, and I say - Ben! You should blog about that! and he says - No, you should blog about that!). But I also don't want this blog to be about our great ideas. I mean, even if I do think that we are great and wonderful parents and have some great and wonderful parenting schemes, ideas about religion, balancing work and family, etc, I don't need to go on and on about it.

So basically, according to this blog, I don't have a terrible life, but neither do I have a wonderful one. I have family and and children and work, and sometimes think about things, but don't speak about any of them here. I'm super completely and totally average (those are my favorite adjectives. aren't they wonderful?). Wow, how depressing.

I just bought and read Sleep is for the Weak: The best of the mommybloggers. I have not laughed so hard in a really really really long time. (Thanks, Aunt Joan for the gift certificate!) But also, I never have the time to read all these things online and so I realized something new - I'm totally un-unique. Usually this would be a good thing - I realize that I am not alone in my perception of children. There are people out there who provide less nutritious food for their children than I do. And people who have the same post-baby aches and pains that no one tells you about beforehand and no one mentions afterwards that I do too! So, while it's comforting, I also realize that I have nothing new to say.