I just woke up from a 45 minute night nap. It's just now hitting 10:00 pm.
The Wifey is out to the movies with her siblings, a rare time when all four of them get together due to one living in Indiana for college and the other down in Houston with her husband and daughter. I was asleep on a chair before they left and could barely wake up as her mom told me I should go to bed. The teenage Andrew lives strong inside of me as I'm sure I said in a whiny voice, "No. I'm good. I still have to blog." I'm surprised she didn't tell me to make sure I also put on my zit cream too.
It's been one of those weeks.
Thankfully, we'll all be together with her family for a few more days as we all head down to southern Indiana together to stay at her aunt and uncle's hobby farm. We were down there in October last year and had a great time; on the way back I even got The Boy to walk a longer distance than he ever had before.
This means Internet access for us is going to be choppy at best. I've thought about it quite a bit and have decided to let myself off the hook for the next couple of days and not publish a blog. I will most likely write and publish them all when I return, but with tonight and the days that follow, a few days away from publishing will be good.
I think it's important to do this as well because I'm the type of person who imposes a ton of guilt on myself if I don't do exactly what I say I'm going to do. I said at the beginning of all this that I would write have something on this blog every day for the next year and so far I have stuck to that. It hasn't always been pretty, relevant, and none of my posts have gone viral like so many famous bloggers talk about having happened to them. But I've done it, some of the time driven by the guilt. Sidenote: Whenever I start thinking about guilt, I think about the episode in 30 Rock when Tracy Jordan, the black star comedian of the show TGS, wants to take on a new religion and decides to become Irish Catholic, until Jack Donaghy, the classic white executive and one of the best characters ever in all of comedy, explains to him the guilt, the "crushing guilt" of being Irish Catholic. Hilarious.
Anyway, guilt is a horrible motivator and I don't want it hindering this weekend. So, if you're like me and find that at times guilt motivates your commitments, can I encourage you to join me this weekend and let yourself off the hook? It's a place where guilt begins to taste grace.
Enjoy the long weekend. I'll see you soon.