Imperfections Documented

"There is a kind of beauty in imperfection." -Conrad Hall

I seem to have a plethora of imperfections at my disposal. First of all, shall we discuss family home evening? We seem to only faithfully practice the treat portion of family home evening most Mondays. The doctrine side gets ignored regularly. Last night the kids were begging us to go to Krispy Kreme for family home evening. I replied that that was out of the question because...people, and because...gross donuts. Then I got a brilliant idea. I will not divulge to you where we went to get donuts because...no people, and because...yummy donuts. I would like this to remain our little secret. As soon as every motivated family along the wasatch front learns of my location, they'll bring their perfect little families over for donuts after their creative and spiritually uplifting family home evening lessons, and we slackers will have to go find a new place. Those who are indigenous to this area will probably quickly deduce exactly where my family was sitting and exactly what delicious donuts we were eating. But please don't come by on Monday night. You see, I'm trying to teach my family important doctrines, and I hate to be disturbed.

Confession number two. I am not a clean freak. Me and clutter cohabitate peacefully with one another. There is a little part of me that doesn't mind waking up to some clutter. As I walk the house alone after all of the children have left for school, I am surrounded by evidence of their little lives. There is evidence all around that people live here, and it kind of makes me happy. Here is a snippet of this morning's evidence:

Not everyone gets to wake up to the Battle of Five Armies playing out on their kitchen counter. I'm just lucky that way.

It would seem that Azog has the upper hand this morning. King Dain is in pretty bad shape. If only his gold-hungry cousin would snap out of it and come help!

Here is proof of my pathetic attempt at being a good Scout Mom. Just kidding. Neil got those books out. Confession number three. I am not a good scout mom. To be honest, the boy scout program makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little every time the phrase is uttered. If my boys get their Eagles, it will be because of their dear father.

Looks like it is time for Sabrina to start thinking about classes for next year. Junior year, that's always a killer. Ugh!

It's Neil's month to conduct sacrament meeting. He just loves when it's his month to conduct:) And he loves coming up with speakers and topics for those speakers.

It wouldn't be my house if my latest read weren't laying around somewhere. I just started this book about Lady Astor. I love the human story. I will always profess that what happens in real lives is better than any fiction.

There are a lot of blogs out there. Many women blog as a business. Thus my problem. So many blogs mostly advertise a woman's latest product, announce the latest online class she is teaching, show off the latest recipe or craft or home organization skill she's mastered. I guess I get bored of those posts. Probably because I don't shop, I don't take online classes, and I rarely try any of the ideas I see on the internet. But I absolutely love personal blogs. Those are becoming scarce these days. I understand a woman's hesitation to share much of her personal life on the world wide web, but those are the posts that interest me. The human story. I love it! I wish there were more people out there sharing their stories even if their lives are as pathetically imperfect as mine:)