It is 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night... and it has been a long week. I was tired on Wednesday and still had another four days to go. It was one of those weeks when every commitment I have ever made, because it definitely felt like I had the room in my life, clashed into each other simultaneously. It does not happen very often, but when it does..... I forget that it doesn't happen very often and I start to wonder why my life feels so unbalanced. So, it was time to work on things for the new homeschooling co-op a friend and I are starting, and I had work to do on a fundraiser I am running and a blog post was due for the community blog I write for and also many friends needed baby-sitting and I was making my mom a birthday dinner and my house needed a deep clean and I had to go grocery shopping...twice... and Dexter came down with a virus and Rory caught it and then I had to pick Rory up from school early and I also had to get some tests done at the doctor's office. Also, Liam has decided to hate us this week. Dexter has decided that saying no and running in the other direction will get him out of doing anything he doesn't want to do forever. And Rory has discovered that screaming at the top of his lungs repeatedly is a sure-fire way to get what he wants immediately. It has been FUN. But, I am pretty lucky, I think... to be stretched so thin. A full life is better than an empty one.... or no life at all. I spent two hours tonight looking through old blog posts and remembering exactly why I used to take so much time out of my busy life to record it. I love reading every single post and it is hard to believe I have stopped prioritizing recording these sorts of details that I know will one day be so precious to me. My babies are growing up. Not in that way you say when they turn a year or hit the "terrible twos" but in the For Real sort of way. In the ... "their childhood is passing by" sort of way...
I realized the other day... Liam doesn't read picture books any longer. He doesn't even curl up next to me when I am reading them to Dexter or Rory. He reads chapter books and comic books and has no interest whatsoever in the story-books he devoured just a couple of years ago. I have no idea when I read the last picture book I would ever read to him. Life has gotten so busy that the days are blurring together and I don't think that is okay. I don't think that is ever okay. Time to slow down.
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WHO AM I?
I am Michelle: a wannabe hippie in love with a bonafide geek. We also spawned. I spend my days with our four wild, beautiful boy children and I overshare about our life online because I am a Millennial and that is what we do.
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