Happy Monday! I’ve been cooking up some great things in the kitchen this week that I plan to share once I get all my images loaded, but in the meantime I thought I would share… More
Ahh, nap time. The holy grail of being a stay at home mom. Even on the most crazy-making of days, you know you have a 1-2 hour (sometimes 3) window of time in the middle of the day, where you can do whatever the hell you want. Chores? Tv? Stuff your face with all the things you don’t eat in front of your toddler because they’ll want it too? The options are endless!
I had an idea while I was not doing my workout during my 2 hour break while Claire naps. Maybe I will share from time to time what I do during nap times. If you’re like me, I try to get some productive things done that require my full attention (which obviously means I can’t really do them while my tiny monster is running around demanding at least half my attention).
Pay bills, make phonecalls, plan dinner, clean bathrooms, dust, fold laundry, do a workout…. shop online, eat chocolate, watch tv in bed, take a nap. It can vary from day to day. Usually I try to do a few productive things and then let myself relax for an hour, but sometimes I’m on a roll and I’ll work for the whole 2 hours doing chores and whatnot.
So, today I had to make a phone call, pay a couple bills, and I wanted to do a workout.
I did make the call, paid one bill, then was inspired to research family resorts as my husband and I are wanting to start saving for a weeklong getaway. I realized time was getting away from me, so I changed to do my Barre3 workout, and got 16 minutes into it and gave up, laid down on my yoga mat in “corpse pose” (making it sound yoga-y makes it seem like I was still working out), closed my eyes and…fell asleep.
I snapped awake 30 minutes later, changed my clothes, grabbed a yogurt and sat on the couch.
Clearly today my body was just not up for a workout. I can usually mentally push through even if I’m not feeling it, but not today! So basically this was not the most productive nap time for me, but hey it’s only Tuesday. Plus I feel more refreshed after my snooze so hopefully my patience has been restored for the rest of the afternoon.
What kinds of things do you accomplish (or don’t accomplish) during naps?
That moment when you’re flustered as Hell, crying a little on the inside and completely exhausted…And then your husband walks in the door and without hesitating asks what I would like for him to cook for dinner.
Yeah, he’s a keeper.
Eighteen months is an exhausting age. I’m just now figuring this out. Claire is so busy, so full of words, so interested in the world that she tries to do everything all at once. And asks for things nonstop, because she can. And throws mini tantrums when she can’t have what she is communicating. I swear I sit on the couch for maybe five minutes and then I’m up chasing her around, cleaning something, fixing something, sweeping up something, changing a diaper. It never ends.
So my plan of attack has been to get us up and out of the house as much as possible. I take her to story time at the library, we run errands, and she has Kindermusik class once per week. We go to the park, we have appointments, we go to the store and window shop just because. And in truth I think I’ve been over doing it. I’ve also had a bunch of doctor and dentist appointments on my end because I’m getting established with a new doctor, had to do some routine testing, had a couple cavities filled (story of my life), and then came down with an ear infection of all things. I’ve been exhausted, grumpy and not very patient lately, and I couldn’t figure out why.
So today Claire and I stayed home. I didn’t go to the store or run errands, we didn’t go to the park, I didn’t have any appointments or obligations. I was able to actually get some things cleaned and organized, play in the backyard with Claire, and take care of some lingering phone calls and emails. I really needed today, and I know I will be more ready to take Claire around town tomorrow for music class and to make a nice dinner for a friend coming from out of town, and do a workout, etc. But I had to stop stretching myself so thin. It’s all about the eternal quest for balance, am I right?
I read a blog a while ago (forgive me for not being able to find it) whose sentiment stuck with me. The author is a stay at home mom also, and the message of her post was about gentleness. Gentleness for mommas who spend their days raising their babies. Don’t expect so much of yourself, do what you need to but don’t make yourself crazy… Some days you just can’t do more and that’s ok. And that has resonated with me ever since, because I am a type-A, motivated and hard-working person. Yes, I stay home with my daughter and spend a lot of time reading books and playing with her, but I also have to feel like I’m constantly productive. And on days (weeks) when Claire demands so much of me, I have to learn to give myself license to slow down and be gentle with myself, so that I can be gentle with my daughter.
So thank you to my husband for coming home to a frazzled, disheveled wife and seeing that she needed him to take control of things for the evening. I realized I needed to slow down just a little, and because of that, Claire is happier and more relaxed today too, which makes my job a lot easier. Instead of running from this store to that appointment, we sat on our back patio and played with sidewalk chalk, and snuggled on the couch and watched “Sesame Street.”
And today I am totally okay with doing that and nothing else.
The truth is, I’m struggling lately. Not with accepting our new home, or dealing with the emotional trauma of moving across the country (although yes I am still working on accepting these things as well). I’ve been having a bit of an existential crisis lately, and I’m just not sure what I’m doing with my life these days.
I know, I know. I’m a mommy, and that’s no small feat and it’s certainly not “nothing.” But I’ve been asking myself for some time now whether that’s all I want to be doing right now. And I’m still not sure. Some days, I feel so happy to be home with my daughter, soaking in every moment with her, developing that bond that I’ve always wanted to have with a little girl of my very own. I am so blessed to even have the option to be able to stay home with her.
But on other days – not as often, but still with some frequency – I feel like I need more. I need mental stimulation, I need to be working toward some goal, and I wouldn’t mind some extra money in my family’s bank account. But the very thought of finding a job, and the routine that would necessarily follow that – waking Claire up super early, getting her fed and out of the house, dropping her at daycare where she would have to vie for attention with a room full of other toddlers, and then only seeing her for a few hours in a day after work before she goes to bed – scares me, a lot. I know TONS of moms who do it every day, and I know it’s totally possible and sometimes scary and hard things are worth it, but I don’t know if I want that something more that much.
And I don’t know how to figure it out. Part time work maybe? Or do I just need to utilize a babysitter more often? How do I achieve that balance in my life where I feel like I have time to myself or where I’m thinking about something other than my daughter, even for just a little bit? Does anyone ever feel like they’ve achieved that balance?
On that note, my husband and I did have a triumphant moment last night. We haven’t found a steady babysitter since we moved here, and I’ve never had anyone but a grandma put her to bed while Sean and I went out for a date night. A couple of weeks ago we met some neighbors on our street who are former military and have a sixteen year-old daughter. Long story short, we met their daughter who is sweet as can be, they invited us out to a honky-tonk bar for live music and drinks (when in Rome, right?), and I was so flustered and in such desperate need for a break that I decided I just had to go for it and hope Claire behaved for a babysitter. And guess what? We did it! Claire played with her sitter and went to bed relatively easily, we had a great time with our new friends, and I had a few too many drinks which was exactly what I needed after a very busy week. And the best part is we now have a babysitter two houses down from us and we have decided a once per month date night is in our future. That’s definitely a step in the right direction…
Sometimes I think (hell, I know) I take life too seriously. I worry over everything. Am I interactive enough with Claire? Is she learning everything she should be at her age? Does she know how much I love her? I take her routine too seriously and I never embrace chaos. Chaos is my enemy. But as I’m learning how to be a mom and accepting what my life has become these days, I feel like I want and need more chaos in my life. More than that, I want to not be ruled by fear of everything that could happen. I need to do right by myself and let Claire figure out how to be away from me from time to time because it’s good for her and it’s very good for me. Sean and I hadn’t had a date night in ages because finding a sitter and hoping Claire doesn’t freak out while we’re gone and worrying over if she’ll go to bed ok without us literally scared me away from even trying. But I have to try. I have to go for things because otherwise I get in a rut and I’m unhappy and dying for a break that I won’t allow myself to have. I have done and been through some seriously difficult things in my life…More than I even care to list here. So why is allowing myself to be away from my daughter every so often feel like one of the hardest?? Life is so weird.
So if you need me, I’ll be browsing the job ads and trying to decide what I really want for myself… More of a regular break from the daily grind? Some sort of job where I can use my talents and skills more frequently?
How do YOU get yourself out of a rut? I’d love to know, especially from moms who are home with their littles all day.
I realize it’s almost the new weekend, but I’ve had some thoughts from the previous long weekend I wanted to share. I haven’t had a lot of time to sit down and churn out a post this week because I have a very cranky and irritable little girl who is pushing out a molar…Not fast enough. On top of that I’m fighting off another cold so yet again this household is a bit of a mess.
Anyway, last weekend was super productive for my little family. We are continuing to let all the dust settle in our new house. I don’t recall it taking as long to feel this way when we moved last time, but that was probably because last time we moved “home,” and this time, well, I hate Florida. I know, news flash!
Here’s a confession of sorts: I have literally painted the walls of every home I’ve ever lived in with my husband (and really as a kid, too). I hate painting, but love the effect, and so I do it. I painted walls in our crappy military issue house in Hawaii that had no natural light and no backyard, just to cheer myself up about being lonely on a small island while my new husband was deployed. I painted the walls of our second Hawaii home because it was a lot nicer and I wanted to make the space feel like a real home. When we moved to Washington, I went crazy and painted a ton of walls and even did a striped wall in the first home we ever purchased. And now in Florida, again to cheer myself up and because I’m more experienced and know the house needs some warmth and depth, I’ve started the process over again.
After taking several weeks to decide on a color, and investing in four different sample colors and painting them up on our wall (which I NEVER do- I usually have an exact color in my mind and when I find it, I go for it! Not this time), I finally painted an accent wall in our bedroom.
Our bedroom is quite large, with a big beautiful picture window that looks out onto our backyard, and vaulted ceilings with crown molding. The walls were the builder grade “greige” (grayish-beige) color they were when the house was built fourteen years ago. I know for a fact this home has had two owners, and I can’t understand why no one would want to paint this big, plain, blank slate of a room. It really is a pretty space but needs a little warmth and a little dimension. And because I don’t have the time or energy to paint the whole thing, I painted the wall behind our bed as an accent wall. Voila!
Painting the wall the bed sits against really anchors the room to this one feature wall, and draws the eye to it. It is a warm, muted gray from Lowe’s called “Bleached Shadow,” and I just love it. I also love the contrast of the wicker wall decor (that I spray painted from a bronze color once upon a time #crafty) above the bed, as well as the light upholstery of our headboard against it. I am now in search of some more wall decor because I’ve realized this wall is HUGE and needs some subtle art to really show it off. I’m also on the hunt for new lampshades, as I’ve had the current ones forever and I’m on a crusade against beige these days. But despite the improvements I still plan to make, thanks to the painting I feel like the room has more purpose.
The process of painting really helped my anxiety, too. Lately I’ve been having spells of anxiety where my chest feels super tight and I have a hard time taking deep breaths, and though I realize my life is still in upheaval despite my best attempts to settle into our home, I can’t pinpoint one specific thing that would cause me anxiety. So last week I started working out a bit again, and I also knew that there were several things I wanted to do around the house that have been nagging at me for a WHILE, so I decided to throw myself into a project since I didn’t know what else to do. And this week I have to say, my anxiety has been a lot better. Maybe I was just yearning to express myself creatively in this house finally. And also maybe I really needed to workout. Like really.
Now I’ve got the bug again and have several little projects I plan to do:
- Hang bathroom shelves in the master bath room (I already did this promptly after finishing the wall but am saving that for my next post)
- Finish hanging wall decor
- Rip out the much hated vertical-blinds and slowly replace them (that will be its own post too- I can’t wait to describe to you how much I truly hate verticals. Like a lot).
- Paint sun room and create a true play room for Claire
- Add curtains to sunroom- if you don’t know what to do with a room but feel like it’s missing something, I beg you to hang some curtains. You don’t have to spend a fortune, and it adds instant drama and warmth.
- Paint kitchen table and chairs- I have chalk paint and materials at the ready, I can’t wait to get started!
- Plant bulbs in planters and cheer up the front and backyards with Spring flowers.
Who knows, maybe we will cross some of these off the list this weekend! Until next time!
I am taking on a new endeavor in my life as mother, and indeed in Claire’s life as toddler (though I am loathe to admit she’s a toddler yet): socialization. Ah, the perils of being a stay at home mommy, and therefore, a stay at home child. Especially when you’re the first child and have no other play companion than mommy (reason enough right there to try for two kids, if you ask me…).
It became abundantly clear to me last week that Claire needs to be around other children, and yes, away from mommy. I signed us up for Kindermusik classes, which I had heard good things about and since Claire is obsessed with nursery rhymes and loves to try and sing along with me, it felt like a natural choice in activities for her. I knew I needed to get her (us) into something to get her out of the house and maybe even meet some other moms for me to befriend. I said before that even though I’m a mil spouse, I like to make my own friends on my own terms, not always because our husbands happen to work together. But that’s a topic for another day….
We arrived for the music class and it was adorable and full of babies exactly Claire’s age. The other kids had obviously either been to these classes regularly before, or maybe had siblings or something, because they were running around the room, dancing and playing their little musical sticks and chasing each other. It was really quite cute and entertaining to watch all their different littler personalities.
But not Claire. Nope, she was stuck to me like super glue and had this wide-eyed look of being completely overwhelmed. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, and wouldn’t lose touch of me for one second.
Towards the end of class, which I spent encouraging her to stand up and wiggle, play with her little instruments or sing the nursery rhymes I knew she knew, she warmed up a little bit, but was still very silent and wouldn’t wander far from me. I considered it a success when she walked up to the basket (many steps away from me) with all the other littles to put her toys away. She was also upset that I wouldn’t give her her snack cup, because she’s used to getting that any time we are out, which I now realize is something I need to work on not doing (but hey, it keeps her content so mommy can shop. Feel me?).
So after this experience, I have my new mission. We are going to Kindermusik every Thursday, and because it’s a little pricey and I don’t want to pay for any other activities, we are starting to go to story time at the local library every Tuesday morning as well. This is a similar experience, except far less structured, but full of other babies nonetheless, which is what she needs.
It’s so funny that I never considered that being social will take some work and lots of exposure on her part, because she is so silly and full of personality at home. When we are around other people though, she turns into a clam! I know it will just take time to get her comfortable, and I’m glad I started doing this now, because I don’t know how long I plan to stay at home all day with her, and I don’t want going to day care to be a huge shock to her system. Besides the possibility of going to work, I also want her to be used to being cared for by someone other than me or her dad so that we can have date nights that start earlier than after her bedtime.
On that note, I found a very inexpensive gym just down the street from me that has childcare that a friend told me good things about. I think this is a good way to expose her to a new caretaker, while also learning to be around other babies. Plus I have been yearning to get back into working out, so it’s a win-win (I hope). I told my husband that I was really reluctant to do the gym thing because just the thought of leaving Claire at day care and knowing she will panic and be upset at first stresses me out so bad, and he pointed out that I am already stressed and full of anxiety lately anyway (partly due to the fact that I haven’t been exercising, so there you go), so I may as well have something to actually stress about, if I’m going to do it anyway. Huh. Maybe he’s right. I know she needs this, and I know I need an exercise routine to deal with my anxiety, so I gotta do it. But I’m scared.
Either way, it is hard exposing my daughter to things I know will stress her out a little, but I also know it’s very important to do so in small doses, because it will make her a more well-adjusted child. I also realize this is only the beginning of teaching my daughter to grow in healthy ways, and it will only get more difficult from here! So I try to put that into perspective when I think about dropping her off at the gym day care and the melt down I assume will ensue shortly afterward. No matter, I’ll go sweat out my anxiety in spin class.
If you like the sound of Kindermusik, you should know they are a nationwide program! You can find one in your area by going here.
Here are some other ideas for activities for little toddlers, if you’re dying to get out of the house and want someone else to entertain your child for a bit. I plan to try a few in the near future, too:
- Gymnastics class- check your local gymnastics studio for “mommy and me” classes for toddlers. There is one near me and that’s next on my list to check out!
- Story time at your local library (FREE)- I may hate Florida, but the library here is great and has a huge children’s section with separate rooms for story time and activities.
- Swim lessons – back home we had a phenomenal YMCA that we were members of, and they offered swim lessons as part of the membership. Here, not so much. I have heard of infant survival swim classes that teach babies how to float, etc. in case they fall in water, plus it’s never too early to start basic swim lessons! At Claire’s age, most of them are “mommy and me” which would be a fun bonding activity to do as well (or send dad to the pool and you go get a pedicure. Both are excellent options).
- MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers- usually FREE) – this is a Christian-based mom’s group for women to meet up and socialize/bond over being a mom of little ones. I have never been to a meeting but have heard great things. They are also a national organization, and you can find a group here. If there’s not one in your area, you can even start your own!
Think about, for a moment, all of the things or people in your life that you rely on for services. Do you have a regular person you go to for a haircut? One who knows just how you like it cut? Do you have a great doctor who knows your medical history? How about maybe a chiropractor, who knows why your neck is literally bent the wrong way, and also knows just how to adjust you to relieve that chronic ache you get?
Back home, I had a gal who knew never to cut my hair too short, because if I asked for it short she knew I’d end up crying and feeling like I looked like a boy. I had an OB who delivered my daughter, and who knew exactly how much damage that wreaked “down there” (she should, she stitched me up after all); she also knew the ins and outs of my pregnancy experience, and brought my daughter into this world (one day I’ll tell you her birth story, and why I think my doctor is literally an angel). And yes, I had a chiropractor because of my bent neck and he knew just where to adjust me that gave me instant relief. I also had a dental hygienist who knew why I have gum issues (its genetic) and who did an AMAZING job cleaning my teeth. I trusted her endlessly. Really, she was my bff because she basically saved my teeth. That sounds like I don’t brush or floss my teeth, but I promise you I take better care of my teeth than anyone I know, even you!
I have been in Florida for almost four months (which I can NOT believe), and am just now starting to feel like I almost have all my ducks in a row. I never gave much thought to how much a person relies on various services to keep them running healthfully… But I guess now that I’m 31 and actually need to see doctors every now and then, and have to pay extra attention to my teeth, etc., I am painfully (pun intended) aware of how hard it is to find people you can trust for all of these things when you are in a new city, all the way across the freakin’ country. Here’s a little checklist of all the services I’ve had to locate since moving, just to give you an idea:
- General practice doctor
- Hair stylist
- Pediatric dentist
- Gym/yoga studio
Not to mention a great place for a pedicure, which I have yet to find. Or an eye doctor if you’re most people (I still have great vision but I’m sure that’ll be an issue one day too). Or the perfect coffee shop or favorite restaurant. We have found a Chinese takeout place that is better than anything in our little town in Washington, so I guess that’s a plus.
Anyway, up until this week, when I finally got an appointment with a general practice doctor, I felt like I was flying blind, listless in the wind because I didn’t know who to see to clean my teeth, or where to go for a pap smear, and so on. I have slowly been finding all of these services since we moved, but only recently found an OB/GYN whom I LOVE (without any recommendation, too! Score.), a good dentist (though I’m not yet convinced they are as good as my previous one) and a doctor for Claire. And because you probably never thought much about all of the doctors and services you need in your life, you probably have never considered what it feels like to not know who to go see if you’re sick, or have a tooth ache, if your baby is sick, etc. I know I never did.
(I know, I know: first world problems. I promise I am not complaining- I am very aware that my family is so very lucky to have these services available to us through insurance and Sean’s job. I would never complain about having these options or even paying for them. I believe it is everyone’s right to have these types of services but that is a different discussion altogether. I’m just trying to express that it’s difficult to constantly change everything every three years, just when you start to feel good about your choices.)
I can tell you, it makes you anxious. Unrooted. Like you have no support system, and you don’t know where to go if an emergency occurs, God forbid. And it’s hard to find all of these people and trust them at the same time. You’re new in a city, you don’t know a lot of people, how do you know you can trust all these doctors? It takes a lot of work finding ones who seem to actually listen to you.
Luckily, I knew one gal from our time living in Hawaii, who lives here now with her husband and baby. She has been a life saver- she pointed me in the direction of my chiropractor, Claire’s pediatrician, and told me about a great yoga studio. She also connected me to some other Navy wives who have told me of other good places to go for various things. I discovered a great park only ten minutes from our house thanks to her, and Claire absolutely LOVES it there.
As much as I like to call myself the anti-military wife, I have sure relied on her for help adjusting to this place… Hey, just admitting that is progress for someone like me, who thinks they can do everything themselves (and tries to). Have you tried finding a doctor based solely off of a list on your insurance company’s website? How are you supposed to choose from a random list of names??
So I guess my advice to you, the military spouse moving somewhere new and far away, is to think of anyone you might know from your past who might live in your new duty station. And if you can’t think of anyone, search Facebook for a military spouse’s group in your new city (I guarantee you there is one). Maybe you do know someone based off of that group’s members… And if you don’t, post on that page and ask for any recommendation for anything you need: daycare, groceries, the best fro-yo in town, whatever. Even someone like me, who is fiercely independent and likes the challenge of figuring everything out on my won, reads every post on my local mil spouse groups, and has asked for numerous recommendations for things. It can also go a long way in making you feel less isolated and alone. Seeing new people join the groups, and others moving away reminds you that it is a constant cycle and there are many many other wives out there feeling everything you are feeling.
You might even make new friends that way- this gal I’m speaking of was only really an acquaintance in Hawaii, but now we’ve gotten together for several play dates with our little ones, have done a girls’ night and have another one coming up next week. Without her I’d still be so lonely! One friend is better than none!
In all my lamenting and indulging in loneliness, I will say I am thankful for the way in which military spouses are so willing to help each other out. The more I live this life, the more I realize how important it is to lean on each other when you can. And that folks, is hard for me to admit, but there you have it.
Now that I have a doctor, I can check all those things off my list. I even found a hair stylist a month ago who gave me one of the BEST haircuts I’ve ever had! I am feeling much more at ease, knowing I know who to take my daughter to if she gets sick, knowing I have a trustworthy chiropractor to help with my chronic neck pain, and where to get my annual physicals at a fantastic OB clinic.
I’m not ready to admit to liking it here yet (I’d still move home at the drop of a hat), but finding all these services definitely has me feeling more settled.
Mondays are always rough for me, and I assume most stay-at-home moms? After a weekend of having help with the baby, or at least having a second set of eyes so I can detach myself a little bit from whatever my little is getting into (and don’t forget letting my husband make the baby breakfast, essentially giving me one morning off), it’s hard for me to jump back into our weekly routine with no other help. Today I feel like there’s not enough coffee in the world to make me feel fully alert. I really need to go to bed earlier.
On a typical Monday like today, I try to plan out my week and get organized with my goals. I think about what shopping I need to do (this week: all of it), what errands I need to run, what I need to do around the house (all the bathrooms, Lord help me), and what activities I want to do with Claire so she is happy and entertained. My mental lists are starting to include this blog: what I want to write about, what’s on my mind, what projects or recipes I should share, etc. I realize I haven’t shared any projects and just one silly recipe so far, but I know I’ll get there. It is obvious through my posts that my life has been chaos lately, and currently my blog is my way of venting my frustration. Once my chest feels lighter, the creativity will come…. I actually did a project yesterday that I’m excited to share here, but I’m too tired today, so this is yet another journal entry, if you will.
So, as I’m organizing my thoughts for a blog post, I realize they (my thoughts) are all over the place. Here are some things I’ve been thinking about, for your reading pleasure:
- Ever since I was sick last month, for the entire month, I’ve been taking Emergen-c vitamin packs, and I think they have made a huge difference for me. Not only do I feel well again, I have a lot of energy throughout the day. That is probably partially due to the difference in energy levels when you are sick vs. healthy, but I think it’s also the extra boost of vitamins. Instead of reaching for that third cup of coffee in the morning, I throw back a full glass of water with vitamins and I feel instantly better. Try it, you’ll like it!
- This weekend we drove 1.5 hours to Eglin Air Force Base, which has the biggest military exchange around. There is something so weirdly comforting to me about military exchanges – they are literally exactly the same on any base, anywhere in the world (I’ve been to many), and they all sell the same brands. They even smell the same. And you are around families just like you- everyone is most likely far from home, living this crazy nomadic lifestyle. Plus everything is tax free, so there’s that. I bought new sunglasses because I lost my beloved Raybans while chasing Claire through Target a couple weeks back. I am not surprised to report that because I am the pickiest of sunglasses picker-outers, I took a pair home that I will promptly return this week. Meanwhile I am squinting in the perpetual Florida sunshine until I find the perfect pair (probably by next year).
- On Thursday Claire and I start a Kindermusik class that I am excited about. She is OBSESSED with the Baby Bum nursery rhymes on YouTube lately. Literally, we listen to them every time we are in the car (otherwise she screams, the little dictator), and sometimes while she eats in her highchair. I kid you not, she is starting to learn the abc’s and can count to five thanks to them. And she has learned a ton of words too! She is only 17 months! Try them here. But I warn you: I am pretty sure these songs have been etched into my brain for the rest of time- they are CONSTANTLY stuck in my head, never to be fully free of them. Anyway, she loves music so I’m excited to see how she does in the class. I’ll share more after Thursday.
- I need a break. My husband and I discussed, before we were both sick for the last month, giving me one day per week as a break from mommyhood. Not the entire day, but enough time for me to go out and get my nails done, or run some errands kid free, or do a little shopping. OR stay home and enjoy a quiet house while he takes Claire somewhere. I didn’t get that this weekend, but we’ve decided next Saturday morning will be my “me time.” I’m thinking a morning yoga class, followed by a pedicure my toes have been screaming for for over a month, and maybe a trip to the book store, as I desperately need something new to read. Which leads me to:
- I’m thinking about volunteering and/or getting a little weekend job. I really want to do something and help those less fortunate, as I am acutely aware of my blessings lately (despite how much I like to complain here), and feel that because I don’t work, I need to do something that makes me feel like I contribute to society. My husband likes to remind me that raising a child is exactly that, but I need more I think. I also like the idea of a little Saturday job for some spending cash for me. Hey, I like to shop. No shame in my game.
- Now that I am feeling myself again, I am bursting with creative ideas to turn our new house into a home. It’s taken me 3.5 months to feel this way, mostly because I know we only will own this house for 3 years max (maybe only 2), so I don’t want to do anything major or sink a ton of money into it, but I have a long list of small projects I want to do, which will make me feel like I’ve left my mark on this house. I’m anxious to get started and share them with you all here! Stay tuned!
And lastly, I think I’m figuring out a narrower direction for this blog. As much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I don’t like to talk about it (honestly, I am so much more than just a military wife), I am realizing everything about my current situation is because I am a military spouse… I know, duh, right? I am far from home, have no family around, and am basically second priority for my husband due to the fact that the government literally owns him. All the things I feel lately, all my worries and anxieties and frustrations are due to this one simple fact. So maybe that’s my niche. I blogged about it a few posts back, but all of my design ideas and repurposing of things and money spent on new things because not everything fits nicely in this house like it did the other house, etc., is due to our military lifestyle. I am constantly reinventing our little habitat (not to mention, job, credentials, goals, etc.), which has spurred the inner creative in me but which I also constantly try to deny. So there you (I) have it- my blog is becoming a tool for the fellow military spouse who also has to reinvent her life here and there, even if they don’t want to. And, you know, it’s also good entertainment for you normal people whom I so envy, who get to stay in place for as long as they want.
With that, the creative juices are flowing a little faster. I’ll be back in a day or two to extrapolate on some of my Monday Mental List.