Nothing Much Happened Today

Does your life ever just seem ordinary? Not in a get up, get dressed, go about your day type way. But in a nothing-much-happened-today-REALLY type of way.

I get this feeling a lot. The feeling is compounded when Alexander comes home and asks what I did. I could give him a play by play description of the day (along the lines of get up, get dressed, go about the day yada yada yada), but I somehow feel that he’s looking for more. So four weekdays out of five I simply respond with: “Nothing much happened to day. Really. Nothing. I’m not trying to be evasive. I simply can’t come up with anything.

Today, his question was different (maybe because he’s sick of getting the same answer). He asked me what the most exciting thing was that happened all day. Now, as we all know, ordinary by its very description is not exciting. So not only did I have nothing to respond with, but he’d now managed to make me feel guilty about it. Like I’d missed out on some adventure I should have had.

Then at dinner I remembered the large (we’re talking two inches long, I kid you not) bee/wasp/flying ant thing that found its way into our home today. I casually described it to him and asked him if he’d ever seen anything like it or knew what it was. He was intrigued. Even more so when he found out the insect had not been observed outside the house, but in fact crawling around in our living room. Upon entreaty, I told him how I captured the whatever-is-was using a glass and a book and then shook it senseless before releasing it outside.

Apparently, this qualified as an exciting event in Alexander’s opinion. He was very impressed. And I had forgotten that it even happened. Which got me thinking…

How many other “adventures” do I have on a daily basis that I forget about soon after they happen? Isn’t the fact that Dylan took tow long naps today exciting in its own way? Should I have mentioned that Elijah ate two whole oranges and all his lunch and didn’t once ask for more than two glasses of milk today? I probably should have.

And I probably shouldn’t forget that these little adventures happen all around me everyday. That’s one of the reasons I enjoy blogging. Each day I get to take a moment and reflect. What happened that’s worth telling others about? Sometimes it’s not exactly exciting or even happy. But the more I write, the more I feel that I have, in fact, a life less ordinary than I’m sometimes want to believe.