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Friday night: 12:55
Saturday night: 12:08 (before the falling back)
Sunday night: 11:06 (and I don’t think that accounts for falling back–boy I really need to change these clocks!)
Monday: before 10 pm
Tuesday: 11 p.m.
Wednesday: 12:05 a.m. (Oh, no I see a disturbing trend!)
Thursday: 11:30 p.m. (babysteps!!?!!)
I am thankful that our house has been cleaner recently. I really like having a clean house. Today it is dirty. Boy, I miss having a clean house! I need to work at cleaning every day of the week rather than having one huge weekly cleaning push.
Today Elder Eyring spoke about keeping a journal. As a result of a revelation that he needed to write down his experiences for his children, he began keeping a journal. Every day for years he would write at least a few lines before bed. Never missing a day, he wrote about what he was grateful for and how he had seen the Lord’s hand in his life. He talked about how being able to read this journal had benefited his children.
Well, blogging is today’s journaling, right? I know I would love to read my parents’ journals–if they had kept any. I suppose the same would be true of my children. However, it’s more immediately compelling to me to realize that this could really help me. I tend to be a glass half empty kind of person. If I wrote every day about what I am grateful for and the good things people do, I might have a better and happier life. I like blogging & it would be good for me, so why not?
I know that I am a more productive person when I get up early. I know that I am a happier person when I go to bed early. I know that I am a better mother when I get enough sleep. Every day I have the goal of getting to bed in good time–until about 9:30 or 10:00 at night, and then–the house is dirty, the laundry needs doing. There is a movie I really want to see, a blog I want to write, other blogs I want to respond to. I’d like to talk with my husband. Good intentions go out the window. And then the next morning, I wake up and it’s 8:00. Yikes! (Or even worse, it’s 6:30, my 3 year old is at top volume, and I am death warmed over).
How can I stop the cycle? If I got up at 5 a.m., when the clock struck 10 p.m, would my house be dirty, the laundry need doing, and would I still be wanting a moment to talk with my love? I fear that answer in yes.