My boys left the house this morning to give me time to sleep. I woke before they returned.
My house is so very quiet. I used to hate silence and do my best to never be around it. But now I relish it. It’s become a hot commodity. In the silence I prepare our breakfast. Brunch, really, at this time of the morning. In the silence I cut butter into sugar and flour, chop nuts, slice berries. In the silence I contemplate and I breathe and I sit down with my coffee. In the silence I let words flow out of me onto the page. These days will be especially hard to come by soon.
My Little Man is turning 2. I can hardly believe it. As a result, I highly doubt that I’ll get a post up next week due to party preparations, but after that I’ll have loads to show you!
For now, I’m just going to indulge in some shameless mommy nostalgia.
I can’t believe it’s been 2 whole years since this little dude was born. (more…)
A couple of months ago, I posted about a missing tupperware lid. That tupperware lid stayed missing for quite some time.
A few days ago, Little Man opened up the tupperware drawer and completely emptied it. We had plastic containers strewn throughout the entire house. After he went to bed, the husband & I went around and collected the items back up.
Then we went to put away our supper leftovers. I took out a plastic container to put it in, and realized the lid was missing.
But you know what?
The other lid was back.
I have no explanation.
Everyone has those days. You know. The ones where so many things go wrong it’s almost comical? Yeah. Today was one of those days for me. Or maybe it wasn’t so much that everything went wrong, as much as I had a really bad attitude and so all the little things that went wrong seemed like big things and I just couldn’t deal.
I knew motherhood would be hard. Or rather, I “knew” motherhood would be “hard.” It’s difficult to really know how something will affect your life before it actually happens. I had this notion that once I became a stay-at-home-mom, I’d have time for all the crafting and baking that I never had time for before. I had visions of myself sewing or crafting or baking as my sweet offspring played nearby, occasionally showing me what he or she had made, and my praising him or her for what a smart child he or she is.
Ok, I knew it would be harder than that. But I didn’t fathom that most evenings would be me, in the kitchen, desperately trying to make something like mac & cheese with a toddler clinging to my leg and shrieking if I didn’t pick him up. I didn’t dream that I’d have a child who wouldn’t nap more than half an hour for the first 6 months of his life. And I don’t even have a particularly difficult child. (more…)