About Blogging

I recently printed my 2009 and 2010 years of blogging into books. They are beautiful. They are fun to have. They show some good things that are happening in our family.

They are wildly inaccurate.

Not all is good at the Gunderson's.

I don't always love my role as mom, or house cleaner, or babysitter, or referee, or chief financial officer. In fact I feel like I rarely love it.

Yesterday I felt extremely annoyed at my oldest son. He gave his friend some money. I should have been happy at his generosity. I was bugged all evening.

Today I came home from a doctor's appointment. My second oldest was making dinner. I should have been happy at his desire to help out. I was bothered that he was doing that instead of his homework like I had asked.

Tonight I had 2 kids who wouldn't eat their dinner, one son who was hiding out in the laundry closet eating cough drops, and a whiny baby. Later, when asked to finish his homework my oldest wrote me a note, "I'm done with my homework, don't call me I'm busy." Pretty cheeky.

At night it is one thing after another...someone hits somebody else, someone takes a toy from somebody else, someone "is in my room," someone "is messing with my things..."

Then, my husband is gone, money is stressful, the house is messy again, somebody needs something, somebody spills something, somebody didn't put their stuff away, somebody had to be asked again to be nice, be quiet, leave someone else alone, not to do that, go to their room, or apologize.

Oh, it goes on and on.

But then, I look at my happy blog, or see somebody helping their sibling, or saying something nice, or sharing a testimony, or reading to somebody else, or even somebody just playing quietly and I remember that things are good. My children are good. My home is is good. Gabe's job is good. Being a mom is good.

I guess my blog isn't wildly inaccurate after all.