Some things never change
Ha! After months of writing elsewhere, I return here to make sure this "baby" is OK. For the record, I am following my pledge to write more, only using an easier format should I ever choose to publish. So, I am accomlishing that goal, and happily so. But laughing at myself, because some things really never change. The post about all the things I do before 10 am? Done two years ago after baby number two. Today? Same deal, only there are three of them!
Since I'm here, with some probably sparse moments to spare before the hoardes arise...
Still enjoying my moments. Still tired beyond words some days. Still happy with the choice I made to stay home. (Oh yeah, that's changed since most of my postings! An excuse for the lack here, actually, as I'm not at a computer so often these days.) Still struggling sometimes to be "me", but more in terms of trying to remain sane through lack of sleep and overwhelming endless small things to do than any grand lack of plan. Well, I don't really have a plan, but I'm fine with that. Always have been. Not sure where God will take me next, but He will, and that's good enough. I can be solidly happy knowing that. But some days it's hard to remember how to be a real person and not just a mom. To dress well and shower every day, not succumb to the dead mommy sweats seems to be a big priority to me. To find time to read. To linger in the bookstore alone on my days off, with the girls when I have them. To find validation and get those necessary "oohs and aahs" over things I've accomplished, even if they're tiny tiny microscopic in the scheme of things like sewing a blanket. To replace or find ways to live beyond that need to constant appreciation, that instant gratification I got every day at work from seeing things done. Not so easily replaced by a clean kitchen or a half-picked-up living room or even a long list of errands accomplished. Still, there wasn't much at work that could replace the sounds of my children jumping for joy and dancing around the room when it's their Little Gym day...
Hmm, sounds of children stirring. We must away ere break of day, we must away ere break of day...
Since I'm here, with some probably sparse moments to spare before the hoardes arise...
Still enjoying my moments. Still tired beyond words some days. Still happy with the choice I made to stay home. (Oh yeah, that's changed since most of my postings! An excuse for the lack here, actually, as I'm not at a computer so often these days.) Still struggling sometimes to be "me", but more in terms of trying to remain sane through lack of sleep and overwhelming endless small things to do than any grand lack of plan. Well, I don't really have a plan, but I'm fine with that. Always have been. Not sure where God will take me next, but He will, and that's good enough. I can be solidly happy knowing that. But some days it's hard to remember how to be a real person and not just a mom. To dress well and shower every day, not succumb to the dead mommy sweats seems to be a big priority to me. To find time to read. To linger in the bookstore alone on my days off, with the girls when I have them. To find validation and get those necessary "oohs and aahs" over things I've accomplished, even if they're tiny tiny microscopic in the scheme of things like sewing a blanket. To replace or find ways to live beyond that need to constant appreciation, that instant gratification I got every day at work from seeing things done. Not so easily replaced by a clean kitchen or a half-picked-up living room or even a long list of errands accomplished. Still, there wasn't much at work that could replace the sounds of my children jumping for joy and dancing around the room when it's their Little Gym day...
Hmm, sounds of children stirring. We must away ere break of day, we must away ere break of day...
posted by me at 4:16 AM
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