Apples to Apples--Day 172/Day 3/Day 32/Day 10

I cheat. Sort of. Near the end of my day, when I'm tired and ready to go to bed, sometimes after I've already gone to bed, I'll remember the blog and I'll get to the computer and bring it up. I won't write a whole post. I'll just write a couple positive things or whatever happens to be on my mind and log off. I'll usually write the full blog the next day.

It's a good thing I make the rules.

That's an interesting comment on a fairly Christian blog. Many of us know who makes (made) the rules. I know what I'm getting at though.

So, here I am, a day later, thinking about yesterday. What comes to mind first is Kim and I working on our homework and Gabby asking if we want to play Apples to Apples. Kim mentioned to her we were doing our homework and to see if Colton wants to play. She walks away dejected saying Colton already said he didn't. Adam of "Adam's blog" keeps coming to mind, among other things. He was a pastor, realized he may be spending too much time in church and not enough with his wife and, for now, stepped down from his position. Yes, this homework is important. Yes, I enjoy the homework. Yes, God is the single most important thing in my life. But at that moment, how do you say "No."? I told her I'd play with her.

The happenings on Day 85 really stuck with her. Instead of actually playing the game, she wanted to pull out a bunch of cards and try to make funny sentences with them. I was able to do some homework, and make a few funny ones at the same time. They weren't that funny, but Gabrielle was in a laughing mood and laughed anyway. Noah wanted to play too. Instead of the 6 or 7 cards Gabrielle was giving me though, he wanted to give me 100. He kept grabbing a bunch of cards and saying "Here, Dad."

"Here, Dad."

"Here, Dad."

"Here, Dad."

This was frustrating the usually organized Gabrielle, but I just took them and placed them on the table in front of me. She was finally able to get them back in the box in neatly organized stacks after Noah got tired of being so generous.

Whether I cheat or not, it's nice to think about the day before and do some mental digging until I remember something positive. The memories makes me happy and writing them down in blog or journal form keeps them alive.