Of course there are the household chores creeping up on me, the dishes, the laundry, the ever-present need to cook and plan what to eat (and therefore a want to create a meal plan for a month to at least cut down the planning, but alas; when to do that!), the seasonal
"do the children have all the required things for winter/spring/summer/fall", the list just goes on and on and isn't very inspiring.
On the other hand, there are the things I want to do. Sewing. Baking and trying out new recipes. Doing research for getting a new sewing machine. Inviting friends over
(if the home wouldn't be a complete disaster area all the time). Going to a masseuse
(and make the appointment). Go somewhere, almost anywhere without constant debates and general blabber surrounding me
(the sound world I live in is unbelievable: my son does. not. stop. talking. Oh wait, yeah he does: when he sings. All of which is darling and will most probably be my treasured memories, when he's a grown man, but is nearly driving me insane at the moment, because he makes some sort of sounds for 97% of the time he's awake.) Reading the Bible and praying. Being a better wife and a better parent, in that order. This blog now that I've had the guts to found it.
I just feel overwhelmed at times. Lately, it seems, more often than not. I hope and I pray that this phase, this fog, is a short one and soon I can go back to loving the situation I am in. Because I have the most amazing husband who
really gets me. And God has
blessed me with with the most wonderful children I can imagine. And I really want to love and cherish this episode in my life.
