Guilt

Everyday I feel guilty that I didn't blog. 
I really want to be able to commit to sharing important, yet mundane, tidbits about my life because I think that many things would be useful to others. 

Kind of like a What would Jesus do?  Only Devon Style. 

But alas, commitment is hard.  After all, that is why there are so many people who live together without being married. 

And as I type each sentence, I am opening a can of worms.  So back to the guilt. 

I try not to let it consume me, because I already live my days wrapped up in so much commitment. 
I am committed to my husband.
I am committed to my three babies.  None of which are actually babies anymore. 

Tyson can remember and go through the steps to feed Dixie.  He is definitely not a baby.  He is one going on seven, and I cannot handle it. 

I am committed to feeding my children meals that are as healthy and wholesome as I can achieve on a limited time frame.  This is a whole separate blog post too I suppose. 

And frankly that may not seem like a lot of commitment, but when I go to bed each night thinking I didn't spend enough time with each of my kids, guilt creeps in there as well. 

So I will be making a list to backlog events that have occurred since August. 
Events will include, our beach vacation where my husband lost his wedding band.
Tyson's whole first year.
Meredith's adventures in ballet
Meredith's adventures in Kindergarten
Vomit 101  (because when you get married, no one tells you to see how good of a team you make with your husband when you have to deal with vomit)

I had a friend request a post on my thoughts on spanking - and how friends who spank can be friends with those who do not. 

Should you have any requests, please comment below.  I am like an open book.  You just have to ask the right questions :)