I love my Saturday mornings.
Typically they are spent home alone beginning in September (the start of hunting season). "Alone" now includes a 7 month old but she's such a good baby that it doesn't affect much other than my sleeping in. It's 9:15 and she's already napping so I have a little bit of time to myself. I can generally sit and enjoy my coffee with the front door open - the neighborhood is still quiet at this point. Sometimes I get a jump start on housework depending on how the rest of the weekend looks but most times I just relax. There's something about having nowhere to go, no need to rush to get ready and out the door, and the next 2 days off from work that brings me a sense of peace. I wish every morning could be like a Saturday morning. That would probably take away their specialness though.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
the moments.
These days, there aren't many things that make me REALLY happy throughout the day. I'm going through a rough spot to say the least. The following, however, are just a few bright spots that bring a smile to my face.
1. My morning cup of coffee - be it hot, iced, regular, flavored, latte, etc.
2. When the clock turns 5 because I get to leave a job that I currently hate.
3. The big smile Delia has for me when I pick her up at the end of the day. It melts my heart every time.
4. Bath time - this usually requires effort on my part and it's repetitive but my daughter loves it so much that I just can't help to love it too.
5. The first time my head hits the pillow at night.
1. My morning cup of coffee - be it hot, iced, regular, flavored, latte, etc.
2. When the clock turns 5 because I get to leave a job that I currently hate.
3. The big smile Delia has for me when I pick her up at the end of the day. It melts my heart every time.
4. Bath time - this usually requires effort on my part and it's repetitive but my daughter loves it so much that I just can't help to love it too.
5. The first time my head hits the pillow at night.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
intentions of a new mom.
I have good intentions on keeping up with this blog....really, I do. Unfortunately, I just seem to forget it exists. My goal for the rest of this week will be to write THREE times, even if it's something small and insignificant.
Okay, so why not jump right in? Being a mom is hard. H. a. r. d. Hard. And my reasons aren't because I have a difficult baby, or have given up my personal "social" life or anything like that. It's because becoming a mother has opened the door to a plethora of emotions that I didn't even know existed within someone. It has made me a person that I didn't know I could be. I don't say this badly or with negative connotations. I just say it because I wasn't ready for ALL the changes that were thrown upon me. Maybe those of you who have yet to take on this challenge of parenthood will have your minds a little more prepared, if that's even possible.
Okay, so why not jump right in? Being a mom is hard. H. a. r. d. Hard. And my reasons aren't because I have a difficult baby, or have given up my personal "social" life or anything like that. It's because becoming a mother has opened the door to a plethora of emotions that I didn't even know existed within someone. It has made me a person that I didn't know I could be. I don't say this badly or with negative connotations. I just say it because I wasn't ready for ALL the changes that were thrown upon me. Maybe those of you who have yet to take on this challenge of parenthood will have your minds a little more prepared, if that's even possible.
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