I has this vague idea, before Peanut was born that I when I would find myself home full time, I'd have time to be roaring successful at being a stay-at-home-mom. That included things like vacuum once (or maybe twice!) a week, sweep the floor each week, dust occasionally, cook dinner each night, and still have time to do a bit of sewing, gardening and other "domestic" style things.
When Peanut was little-bitty, I had a bit more time to do these things.
Now, I don't!
I don't have any real complaints. Yeah, I get a little frustrated when I myself stepping on powdered muffin in the dinning room. But much of the time I *could* be sweeping the floor is given to... blogging, checking email, playing with Peanut, gardening, chasing Peanut down, or re-directing Peanut's interest into something better than plugs and electrical outlets.
This is fairly normal Mommy time struggles, and I figure I'll be laid back and chill about it. Afterall, if I was to get all worked up, would it make anything better? But I also find it interesting, and this is a tad self-centric, I'm just like all the other mothers out there. (yes, yes, I'm wonderfully unique, just like everyone else**)
I'm enjoying today. Its been a fun day. My Dad and his wife left this morning, after a whirlwind trip down for Peanut's birthday party yesterday. I got chocolate at church and a long nap at home.
Now I'm off to sweep up the muffin powder Peanut left for me after his afternoon snack.
|Loving the window. Longing for outside.|
**don't hear me being too serious on this. I'm just reacting to today's culture trying make sure everyone has a 'good self-image'. I got strengths and I got weaknesses, lets be honest and forthright about them.