As a stay at home Mama, the days get full-- real fast.
Monday- Grocery shopping and Cecilia's laundry
Tuesday- Clean the bathroom and diaper laundry
Wednesday- Finish cleaning the bathroom, vacuum and our laundry
Thursday- Finish vacuuming and diaper laundry
Friday- Mix up pizza dough, re-vacuum the whole house and "fill in the blank with whatever else happened that needs done"
Saturday- Change and wash sheets, towels, napkins, placemats,
bake bread and meal plan
Saturday- Change and wash sheets, towels, napkins, placemats,
bake bread and meal plan
Sure, that doesn't sound like a lot, but with an almost- dare I say it- toddler, everything takes twice as long.My husband and I both celebrated our 32nd birthdays over the past two weeks. I know it's not old and I don't feel old, but it sounds old.
In a couple weeks our little girl will be a year. THAT is old! I don't know how that happened.
Life is full of many blessings and I am very thankful for all that has taken place over this last year.
We are about to embark on Spring, the time when we prepare for the growing season. I've felt a little bit like Laura Ingalls during The Long Winter, minus the part about only eating potatoes and twisting straw to keep the fire going. The earth is finally waking up and the color has returned, along with robins and daffodil buds.
I'm not going to complain about our long Winter. As a resident of northwestern PA, I really appreciate the changing seasons and see that each one has a purpose. Winter is a time when we can recharge our batteries, slow down. Every year I look forward to fresh veggies and sunshine, but forget how busy the season is and how much hard work it takes to accomplish our daily tasks.
Last year proved to be a pretty difficult season for me. As newly postpartum, I wasn't able to help in the garden with weeding or picking and my husband did all of our canning and freezing.
I remember one day running out to the garden after I put Cecilia down for a nap to weed the green beans. I love weeding. (Yes, I am weird.) It's the instant gratification of pulling weed and allowing the plant to thrive and grow. I missed it. I missed contributing to the garden and helping my husband with all that needed done. I had hopes of putting Cecilia in a baby carrier and hoeing or picking peas, but that wasn't reality. I was forced to slow down and take a back seat. Towards the end of the season, I helped a bit more and it was so satisfying.
Cecilia isn't walking yet, but I'm sure she'll be getting her steps in soon.
This Summer will still probably be challenging, but with a renewed perspective and restful Winter, I'm ready for what this season holds.
We have our greenhouse up and running.
Seed trays are starting to fill up the tables.
Seedlings are popping through the soil.
I see blue sky.
...and I think a baby girl is waking up from her nap!
Let's have a great day whatever happens.
Let's have a perspective of gratitude for what we have.
And possibly hang some laundry on the line.
<3 Colleen
