I have so much sympathy for hamsters these days. Imagine, you are minding your business getting things done (you know, stuffing your pouches full of seeds and such, chewing on metal things to make the most horrendous grating sound and running in our little wheel at your own speed...it's a great life, right?) then the child that "owns" you gets this neat thing that is a clear ball w/ an opening in one end of it. He can twist this end open and place you in the ball! Sounds neat, huh? You are now allowed to "roam free" (free of your cage that is). But, in this ball, that at first seemed like such a treat, that same small child can shake you, roll you at HIS speed rather than your own and what if he forgets you are in there? Then you might roll down the stairs. And if you're not careful you'll end up with your own pee all over yourself.
Lately I feel like that ball is my world. There is not one, but 3 small children that kick the ball at their speed and roll it down the stairs often. I am inside running as FAST AS I CAN and yet I can't keep up. I'm longing to spend a little time in my cage stuffing my pouches and gnawing on that metal.
Seriously. I love my children-all 6, I mean 3 of them. They are the reason I get up in the morning and the reason I get up 10 times in the middle of the night too. But that's beside the point. I love my children. They are each so special in their own way. Lindsay, Jared and Haley...the best of Harold and of me. And also the most magnified version of our faults too. (God does have a sense of humor-as soon as you become a parent you find that out in spades)
So, if you've wondered why I never blog anymore--this is why...