When I was 12 years old, I called my journal Henrietta. I thought if I had a name for it (her), I would write more often. I wrote every day, because what else do you have to do when you are 12 years old? So I always started my journal entries, "Dear Henrietta," and I signed them, "Love, Erin." And, of course, being 12 years old I almost never put my actual feelings regarding anything in there. It was just a record of my day...kind of like a long-hand day planner. Since I have nothing of interest to blog about today, I'll just give you an inventory of my day:
Dear Henrietta,
I got up and got showered by 8:15, only because the boys were watching Max and Ruby and I know they will sit still for 25 minutes while it is on. Then we ate breakfast (cereal for me & Ethan, bread and butter and an apple for Aidan) and got dressed. Next we went to the library, where I had a fine for not picking up a book that was on hold in time. But Anna Karenina was there for me, so if I don't get discouraged by the length of it, I will give it a try. Then we went to Target and wandered around for nearly an hour and a half. I tried to be patient while the children played with every toy in the toy section. Came home and ate lunch, and I just put the kids down for a "quiet time." It's the first time I have ever tried it; I told them they have to stay on their beds for 45 minutes, and they could read or play with toys quietly. They are talking and laughing with each other, and I am happy to have some quiet time myself here on the computer. I'm sure after they get up we will play Chutes and Ladders 10 or 15 times, read a few books, and drive small Thomas trains around the carpet creating divots in the carpet (the kids really get a kick out of that). Christian should be home around 5:20, and I haven't even given a thought to what to make for dinner tonight. I have Young Women's at 7:00, where we are "heart attacking" people in the ward, and when I get home the kids will go to bed and Christian and I will veg in front of the tv until one of us comes out of the trance enough to turn it off, and then we will go to bed.
I honestly, really and truly, do love my life. I couldn't be more content doing what I do, and being who I am.
Love,
Erin
To Sum It Up
- Erin
- I'm taller than my husband when I wear shoes and he is barefoot (and he is 6'1"). I can say the alphabet backwards in 5 seconds. I LOVE cereal - I would eat it for every meal if my family didn't object. I am a francophile (j'adore la langue française). I play the piano, and I love to teach; at one insane point I had 42 students. If I could do whatever I wanted 24 hours a day, I would read and blog. I love my family, and I don't think I show them often enough. I watch entirely too much tv. I eat chocolate every day.
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4 people wanted to leave a comment:
That sounds more productive than most of my days. I was lucky today to get in the shower by noon (not out of it mind you). Good luck with Tolstoy. Just skim or skip the Communist philosophy he includes. My birthday is on the 13th as well (August). So Travis' birthday is my half birthday. Whoo.
I used to keep such a good journal as an adolescent and on and off through college. I haven't written since Jake and I were married. Keep up the good journaling!
I never thought of naming my journal. I love what you do during the day. I think i will try quiet time! Let me know how it works
liz
I loved this post, Erin. When I was that age, my journal was "Ariel" (I pretty much wanted to be the little mermaid), and I signed it "Love, Leslie" too. I loved hearing about your day in journal style. I can't believe how interesting your ordinary day is. Mine would be "Emma woke up, we played, she napped, she woke up, we played, she went to bed, so did I." Awesome.
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