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A new journaling experience

My mom is an author and an artist and well, she just finished this girl journal series. I wonder if she kind of did them for me to begin with. I ranted and raved about how much I loved them and how I just couldn’t wait for them to come out for real, I mean in print form. I only saw them on her computer or on paper while she was drawing them. It’s nothing like being able to hold it and treasure it and call it my own.

And the day finally arrived, not for all of them at once, but two to start with! That was good enough for me. I was overjoyed when Dad and Mom gave me my very own set of them. I brought them to school the next day to show them off to some friends and right away they wanted them too. Either I’m a really great sales girl or the books sell themselves. They’re so pretty and girly and my favorite colors so that must be what attracts the other girls too, hee.

Anyway, I sat with a friend who also bought a set of them and we colored away. She started at the beginning of the book while I just colored mine randomly. She finished each page she started while I colored one thing from one page then another thing from another page. She read the text on each page, while I just ignored them all together. She wrote on and filled up the blank lines while I just saw them as part of the décor. Either I have it wrong or my friend has it wrong? Or is there an in-between?

Mom noticed what I was doing and said that she’d also like to start keeping a journal and that we could do it together. That’s fine with me and I guess will be something new that I haven’t really done before. Is that why I’m not getting it right? I think my brain has a hard time following a routine. I have a hard time getting my morning routine done. I start good and well but then something distracts me and I go and do that instead. And it’s not just one time, it happens at least 5 times and by the time it’s time to go, oops, I forgot my morning routine. Oh, but I just love to create and make things. It’s calling out to me, there on my desk. All those colors and markers and tapes and papers and stickers? But I get tripped off so easily. I guess I’m just really scatter brain. Mom tells me that that’s a “creative” brain. That sounds a bit better.

Anyway, since a little while, Mom and I have started keeping a journal. It’s a whole new thing for me. It might take a bit of getting used to but I love it. It’s turning out to be “really me”, this whole “organization, making a habit to keep a journal, following through on things” thing. The best part of it is that I can look back on my book and see all that I’ve accomplished so far. I don’t have to randomly find the pages I’ve worked on. And they’re all special in their own way. I enjoyed coloring each one so far, even though maybe some topics I may be more into at the time than others. It’s a coloring book on all different topics and with Bible verses on the topic, then a little journal question for me to personalize. Then there’s the other one with one side to color and the other plain blank lines to journal on. You’ve got to try them, these books!!! Maybe you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.

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Mimi brings me a gift

It’s the weekend and I’ve had a few very late nights, that must explain the tiredness I’ve been feeling. Yesterday I took a whole 3 hour nap and I never take naps! What’s with that? It’s okay cause I didn’t have much to do during that time anyway, besides maybe cleaning my room. But just thinking about it makes me feel 99% more tired. Not my room, again!

When I feel it’s finally cleaned up, Mom comes and tells me to clean it up. I just don’t get it. Yes, I have toys all over the floor, but I’m playing with them. Yes, I have clothes all over the floor, but I just had to try them on to find a matching outfit. Yes, I have markers all over my desk, but I was just drawing. Can’t she see that I’m still using all that? I think all she can see is mess, and even after I’ve cleaned up my room. She comes in and spots that one or two or three pieces of trash in the corner of the floor behind my desk. Her eyes don’t work that well to notice all the things I’ve already picked up. …Well maybe because there are still more things out than picked up, hee. I love my Mom and I’m actually thankful that she reminds me to keep my room clean cause otherwise, unbeknownst to me, I would probably have invited a whole lot of unwanted creatures in there.

The other day Mimi, my cat, brings into my room a tiny cute little mouse that she found in the barn. Yikes! Yes, she killed it but she just wanted to show it off and maybe find it a home. Mom said “I wonder why she chose YOUR room to bring it to. Does she feel the smell matched it well? Or maybe she thought the mouse would feel more at home in my dirty room?” Ah, Mom! I didn’t like what she said and I certainly didn’t like what Mimi did. I quickly yelled for help! And Dad came to the rescue, in no time, hearing my signal of distress. My “knight in shining armor”, or more like in shorts and sandals, but that’s okay.

He’s my big, strong Dad, willing to help me whenever I ask for help (and if Mom agrees that he helps me). Sometimes Mom writes him secret Skype notes or an sms letting him know that he can’t help me UNTIL I’ve done something else first. Usually it’s to do with my job of lunch or dinner dishes. Brother and I take turns every day with it and sometimes I like to take a big long break before I do my dishes. I need extra energy to get started, so I lay on the couch for a few minutes beforehand. Actually, I kind of do it because the longer I stay out of the kitchen, the more Mom does some of her cooking dishes and cleaning. I don’t mind her doing a whole lot of other cleaning too, hee. Dad has to gently remind her that it’s my job. Ah, that’s when Dad is not really a help to me anymore.