It Was Just A Dream
George woke up on Valentine's Day and told me about a dream he had. In his dream, we were preparing for a huge family reunion at our house, and while he was busy doing all the work, I was sitting at the computer blogging.
Have you ever had a dream that someone did something that upset you, and you woke up mad at them? Perhaps you were mad at them all day long because of what they did in your dream. Well I have, on more than one occasion, even though I know it's irrational. But Saturday was the first time I was irritated with someone because of their dream (irrational? yes).
For the record, I don't spend that much time on the computer. Not nearly as much as I used to. My family seems to have a different opinion though. Rather than seeing the time I don't spend at the computer, cooking meals, doing laundry, sweeping the floor, reading books out loud, keeping the home fire burning, playing games, knitting them hats, taking countless pictures of them, they seem to have a permanent mental picture of me sitting at the computer.
I have drastically cut back on my computer time the last few months. My four to five posts per week has shrunk to two or three posts per week. I have also reduced the number of blogs I visit, which really saddens me. I love reading blogs, seeing what you are making, how you're holding up to the pressures of parenting, what's cooking in your kitchen, stewing in your brain. I also love that the blogging community is reciprocal - you visit me, I visit you. But I've had to reduce the amount of visiting I do, and in doing so I am missing out on keeping up with all of you.
Perhaps circumstances will change and I'll find more time to visit in the future. These cold, short days often find my family in close quarters, watching each other's every move. My computer time is closely observed. I'm hoping that when the weather warms up and the sun comes out, the great outdoors will distract my dears and they'll turn their attention away from me and the computer. Maybe then I'll be able to catch up on what I've been missing.
I'm no longer irritated with George about his dream. I got over it pretty fast actually. Unfortunately, I might have given him reason to be irritated with me though. You see, while I wasn't on the computer yesterday I offered to wash his work jacket, but then I got on the computer and forgot to dry his work jacket. Oops. Maybe he has a point.
This week I'm dedicating my computer time to Erin's yellow week. Going through my photos I was surprised by how much yellow I found. I could use a little yellow this week - it's awfully gray and cold outside (which makes me feel even worse about George's jacket - sorry honey!). The photo above was Avery's idea. I just love it when I hear the words, "Mom, take a picture of this!" It's an opportunity to see the world through their eyes - a unique opportunity indeed.
Posted by Molly at 12:50 PM