Today is Miss Never Stops Talking's first full day of school, so I need to make the most of it and clean this house. If I don't, I fear my husband will never forgive me.
Before I get started with my glamorous day of cleaning, laundry, and little boy child rearing, I'd like to take a moment to say thanks to all of my internet peeps.
On Friday, I linked up with Jen Fulwiller's Seven Quick Takes and asked for some advice from my readers on how to improve my blog. Thank you to everyone who responded. I know it takes time to comment. Thank you; thank you.
Based on the comments I received, readers said they would like to hear more about my life and more specifically my faith journey. Thank you for giving me a starting point. I can't wait to start working on that story.
Also, I'd like to say thanks to all of the great Catholic bloggers out there. There are so many people that I read on a regular basis who are inspiring and make me feel better about my own struggles.
Over the weekend, I discovered Steve Gershom's blog. His writing takes my breath away because he describes some of my struggles in a far more talented and articulate manner than I ever could. I especially enjoyed his post "Masks." I'm not sure if I should publicly admit that I have been there, "to the point of neurosis" (well, maybe not neurosis, but I made myself unhappy)-- trying to strip myself of everything to find my authentic self, but I have. I love this line, "I thought that if I just cut off all the artificial parts, the Real Me (which must be buried underneath) would emerge. I was trying to cast off every mask, but the more I held still to let my own face surface, the less it felt like I had a face at all." Been there. Done that. I'm so relieved to hear that he didn't have a eureka moment either. Live and learn. Go check out Steve's blog for more geat writing.
Also, I was relieved to read Ana's funny and totally relatable post about struggling through mass with little kids. I found her post in Google reader right when I returned from mass. Perfect timing, right? I have often said to friends (who am I kidding? More like anyone who will listen) that mass with little kids has to be one of the circles of Hell. I can't believe Dante overlooked that one. I'm guessing he never set foot in a cry room. His loss.
So, thanks internet peeps. I'll work on that journey of faith post for you, but right now, I need to change some diapers.