I’ve had a chance to catch up on the comments that have come in over the past month or two. First, my apologies for being so behind on comments. Second, I love you ALL! We, the Honest Mommies who congregate here at this blog, have such similar struggles, it just blows me away.
What will become of this afternoon? August 7, 2013
It’s 2:12 p.m.
What will become of this afternoon?
I feel a strange combination of exhausted and energized.
I feel a pull to “check out” for a while and possibly take a nap. On the other hand, I feel a bit of a drive to work, work, work and get some things done.
If Thing2 does take a nap, I guess that will be a deciding factor.
“What’s for Dinner?” August 5, 2013
FlyLady is right. There is a sense of peace and purpose when you know what your family is having for dinner.
I forced myself to assemble a casserole this morning, using chicken from the whole chicken we roasted over the weekend. We were fortunate to have on hand the other ingredients (shredded cheese, cream cheese, onion, butter, whipping cream — we eat low carb around here).
I’ve been feeling rather off kilter today, with so many competing priorities and not a lot of energy, but I do feel a bit better now that dinner is in the fridge and ready to go in the oven this afternoon.
Power to all of the mamas who, like me, aren’t that great at meal planning!
Feeling a bit guilty (that darn mommy guilt), June 17, 2013
Feeling a bit guilty (that darn mommy guilt), but I’ve decided that the two boys and I will not be going to the pool this afternoon.
1. Mark (age 4) was very naughty when he got up from his nap.
2. We have an activity that starts at 6 p.m., making it very difficult to get to the pool, get dinner, and get to activity by 6 p.m.
I have a ridiculously hard time making these simple decisions that keep my day from disintegrating into chaos. I think part of my problem is that I sometimes want to get out of my house, because there is so much to do and I get tired of looking at the messes around me.
No more lazy days April 6, 2013
Before I became a parent, I believe (I can’t be sure, but I believe) that I used to have days where I had nothing planned and nothing I really needed to do. I could surf the Internet, watch favorite shows, and generally be lazy.
Now, as a mother of two, I can’t even rub the sleep out of my eyes before stressing out about all that needs to be done. Mark, age 4, is supposed to wear his braces all of his waking hours, and this stares me in the face every morning. The longer he spends out of his braces, the more we are chipping away at the progress we need to make with his issues.
This is to say nothing of cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so on. I’m sure all parents can relate — there are just no more lazy days.
The SAHM Series of Marathons February 25, 2013
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about motherhood, SAHM-hood, and so on.
Today has not been an easy day with Mark, age 4. It occurred to me as I did my rounds through our main floor yet again — possibly the fortieth time this afternoon (another way of saying “going nowhere, fast”) — that many, many days of SAHM-hood are like running a series of marathons, one right after another. I call this the SAHM Series of Marathons.
In the SAHM Series of Marathons, in general, there is no one is there to cheer me on, pick me up when I fall, step in for me when I’m whipped, tell me I did a good job, or assure that tomorrow might, just might, be a little easier than today.
The hardest things about being a participant in the SAHM Series of Marathons are:
1 – Once you’re signed up, you are committed for years and years at a time, with few breaks.
2 – Many people, sometimes your own spouse/partner, aren’t even aware that you have run five marathons per week for the last (fill in number here) years.
Sitting at my favorite coffee shop for 1 1/2 hours, drinking a latte, and working on record keeping for my business — I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing this morning. Mark, age 4, is at preschool this morning, and thank heavens for that. He has missed so many scheduled preschool days over the last month or two, due to illness, weather, and other obligations, and I’ve really missed having this time to myself.
Sitting at home watching Netflix or reading a book, while Mark is at preschool — these things can be relaxing and rejuvenating, but lots of times, I just want to work. Be productive in a realm that is all my own.