Ghost Writer

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Some days I decide not to get up early to exercise…well, ok, most days. But I promise myself that it will happen. I purposefully avoid showering, I dress in my workout clothes, and I am sure that the first free minute I get I’ll jump on that treadmill.

There are many days like today…the kids are finally in bed, I feel tired enough for bed, and I’m still in my workout clothes, not sweaty but definitely in need of a shower. So now comes the decision…do I skip the workout, again, and take a shower thus giving me time to write – or – do I do what’s right for my body, run a couple of miles, and then take a well-deserved shower….thus having very little time to write?

Today was a total rarity. I chose the latter and believe me, I enjoy the morning workouts far more! Why is that? Oh well. The decision was much easier to make knowing that my dear friend Tracy (you can find her here) already wrote my journal entry for me. It was actually for last night but by the time it came via email, I was already finished. How’s that for a gift? Maybe I should ask everyone to write me something! So here’s a little glimpse into my life courtesy of my own personal ghost writer:


"Today was crazy as always with my children. I don't know how I find the time to be sane but I manage. Every Tuesday Ethan has scouts so I cart all three kids down to the stake center. While Ethan is busy building his character, training in responsibilities of participating citizenship, and developing his personal fitness Ava and Andrew are the fizz in a soda after it's been shaken. If you shake up a soda and then open it, the fizz comes flying out as if to say, "I just can't take it in here one more second!" Keeping them in the car is like me shaking the can and then letting them out of the car and in to the church is like me opening the can of soda. They run up and down the halls searching for adventure. Tonight was a little bit different. They ran inside but were quickly distracted by what was going on in the gym. They stopped and looked on, mesmerized by the youth playing human battleship. Ava was so in to it that she didn't even notice her dad waving a piece of licorice in front of her face or the fact that she was leaning against Tracy and not me. I'm so glad that I get to be at the church on Tuesday nights because then I get to see Tracy and Deanna who are there for mutual. We always get a good laugh over some thing or another. After scouts I somehow managed to get all three kids in the car (starting the can shaking all over again) and I made it home only for them to explode in to the house. Luckily I have them pretty well trained so they were good about doing bath time, pajamas, and prayers. They are all fast asleep now and I have a few precious minutes to myself. I love my life."