We have a place, at last! Major relief, and I can’t argue with a front yard like this. I really can’t. So thankful for it. The house is tiny but perfect, and has a studio out back which makes it even better. Packing is crazy-making but good, and my sis has come to help and I think I’d have gone ballistic if she hadn’t. Getting kids to pack/purge their stuff? Not for the faint of heart. I hope we all survive. The lego armada has yet to be tackled, but I’m leaving it till last. And books, how on earth did we get this many? Getting rid of lots, but there are many many more where they came from.Read More
We finally got out of town on Sunday, after the usual mad before-a-trip scramble. I never can get organized enough to have a peaceful departure, finally just ok with it and learning to nap in the car to catch up. We’re road tripping/and family reunioning for 10 days, and so far it’s been really amazing. Bits of six states the first day and 3 yesterday, but it’s less crazy from here on out. A few pics below to give you a taste. Being away from the city, together but not visiting anyone … it’s been a couple of years since we’ve had even a day of that and it’s bliss.
Getting away. Getting a taste of different air, fresh textures under your toes, and new views out of strange windows. I need these things, need them like I need to breathe. I’m tempted to analyze and delve into why that is, but navel-gazing doesn’t suit a Friday night.
Quick question to start of the week, it’s been awhile since I asked one. Do you give yourself time to play? I mean relaxing and enjoyable time to do fun and maybe whimsical things, like your kids do every time they get a chance. I don’t just mean getting down on the floor to build block towers with them, but doing something playful for your own enjoyment.
If there’s anything consistent about this blog, it’s that I’m not consistent. I’m up and down and verbose and silent, sometimes chipper and often wry and deprecating and full of wishes and hopes and aches and pains. There is it.
The past two weeks have been quiet achey ones. I’m not sure why, but have been letting it roll over me. Lack of energy has been the theme, with an undercurrent of pms, some reflection, and a lot of distraction with obsessive show watching, late-night reading, and delightful new indie-music listening. Kind of hunkering down and letting the quietness pervade.
Dish washing is a chore in our house which technically falls to whoever didn’t make dinner, but in reality it’s usually whoever doesn’t put the kids to bed. I make dinner, he puts the kids to bed, and at least half the time I wash the pile while he tackles the kids and wrestles them into bed. Somehow over the years though it’s evolved into a wee competition. Not the washing part (he does it more thoroughly, no question, but I get it done faster) but the stacking part.
I’m finally sitting down at my computer for the first time today, and am loving the fact that it took this long! We did a lot of errands today (my sister is in town, making the process infinitely easier!) and got rid of some things that have been cluttering up the entry way … and boy do I love getting rid of stuff! It’s the best kind of therapy, next to cleaning I think. Having my sister around is good therapy too :).
We watched the Who Does She Think She Is movie last night, and while it was my 2nd time through I found it just as fascinating and thought-provoking as the first time.
Thanks to a longtime reader/friend for this one! I’ve had it in the forums for ages, but it never got much attention. How about it ladies …
How has your sex drive survived (or not) after kids? After your last few weeks of questions about not sleeping, trying to do too much, etc, I wonder how our relationship with our spouse figures in. Does it fall in somewhere after you drag yourself to bed, drag yourself up in the morning, travel across town again and again for school, play dates, classes, parks, groceries, laundry, etc? Is it still a priority? Do you still feel that spark, and if you do, do you have the energy to respond to it? Is it even possible to feel sexy at least some of the time? Or has all that been put on hold until some mythical time when we get to feel like real women again?
Thanks for the question, what say you all?
I’m driving in the car with several of the children and something they say or do is the impetus for an article idea. “What a great piece that would make —so darn funny and everyone can relate.” I mumble to myself psychotically, cracking up all alone.
I caught a glimpse of my “old self”… and I liked it!
One question I love to ask other moms is, “ What do you miss most about your pre-mom self?” I recently posed this question to a Moms’ Club, and their answers varied wildly from missing their flat stomachs, feeling brain numb from dealing with small children all day — to remembering how easy it was to get in the car and do something … anything before they had children.