Can someone tell me it's still okay to not have my momentum back yet- and the baby is six months old. Shouldn't I be back to things yet? Five has kicked my junk.
I told Ryan I missed my blogging. But I hate to openly admit in black and white that life is monotonous and routine and food and snacks and cleaning and diapers and running kids around. All with the baby mostly crying. (She cries a lot. She wants my full attention all the time at home.)
So I'm just going to admit it and then move on. I'm struggling to have everyone dressed by 10 am. That I am getting less adequate sleep than ever before- mostly because of the baby and her nursing and awful sleeping habits (and slim napping skills) and partly because I need to catch up on housework or need to get to the gym.
The stake called me to co-chair our Stakes Creche for next year. Somewhat ironic because the things I love doing like holidays and celebrating have not been done so well by me over the past few months.
I miss my friends. I cried at the Christmas cards I got. I love my family. Your cards were all beautiful.
Our trampoline blew away and got bent to pieces on Christmas Eve. I cut my finger open and needed stitches the day after Christmas. We got a sweet kitty that drives me a bit nuts but I think it was because I wasn't feeding him enough. Jackson is stuttering now. Oh, and I've lost some weight and the oil change lady couldn't recognize me from 4ish months earlier. That means I was really fat. I should have felt complimented. I didn't. That meant I was really fat.
Okay. I think I let it all out.
I know my lost momentum is waiting to be found. I'm almost there.
