So, this happened:
It was the same Feedspot list as our own local The Pioneer Woman, who was number 17 on the list. Who puts her at number 17? I mean, Mercantile, hello?!
I was number 50 out of 100, because I like to stay safely in the middle. That’s like a C in blogging, right? It’s passing, if you are right in the middle of the curve?
Except the top 100 is out of a gazabillion blogs all over the world, so it’s super fun.
The children think Nathan gave me a prize for being his wife, and I told them I get lots of prizes for being his wife: I get to steal his house shoes, he brings me cheese and crackers, and I get very witty conversations when not interrupted by little slimy rugrats.
Their response is to insist they are not rugrats, ask about the cheese I eat without them, and remind me that stealing is not a good choice.
I remind them that the only way not to be a rugrat is to behave like ladies and gentlemen.
They do, really, most of the time.
Except tonight, when Alex woke up Barrett and Anber after bedtime and talked them into sneaking into the kitchen to steal Christmas candy for him (so it wouldn’t be him who is stealing, of course).
That meant holding a “disciplinary council” with the three of them and Nathan and then also me via FaceTime. It was really hard to keep a straight, except also I don’t want them to be little punks. But we really want them to learn to use their agency and make their own choices, which means letting them make mistakes.
I will make sure to cook so much food tomorrow that they will be too full to even want candy!
That’s how you get in the top 100 blogs: you try your best to be a really good wife and a devoted mother, and it all comes out like a hot mess with a side of snark.
Except we’re trying, and they’re trying, so we will keep trying together.
We don’t need to be best at anything, except the best at trying again.
And our family definitely has opportunity for trying again.
And this award is maybe the nerdiest thing to happen to me, ever.