This pretty much sums up my life right now. Every day seems to be a whirlwind, each day Easton is getting older, growing up, doing more. The term "working mom" has brought on a new meaning and I have the utmost respect for working mothers, rather, for ALL mothers! It's hard work. Actually, being a mom is easy, it's all the other things you have to do that become hard.
Most days I'm up at 5:45 to get out the door by 7 to get Easton to school by 7:45 so I can be at work by 8. On a good day I'm home by 4:15. I get our bags unpacked, bottles made and washed, TRY to make dinner- which doesn't always happen (it did last night though, and it was off the charts, if I do say so myself!), load\unload\fold laundry, pick up the house, load\unload the dishwasher, eat dinner, give Easton a bath, get him ready for bed then maybe sit down on the couch to crochet a minute. By then though, my head is nodding and I'm exhausted. Then I go to bed and pray that Easton sleeps all night in his bed and we all get some rest...only to start it all over again tomorrow.
Lance works a LONG day, most days not getting home till 6. He's limited on what he can do because of his shoulder so that makes it extra hard. Temporary, this is only temporary.
With all that said, I absolutely LOVE being a mother and a wife. My boys are #1. They are my most important responsibilities throughout my day. Oh, and I can't forget Kirbs- she's still #1 too- although she'll tell you she's slipped a bit in the rankings.
However, I have a hard time sometimes remembering that 'it won't be like this for long' and 'he'll only be little once' and I'm trying to savor my time with him and not worry about the chores as much. It's hard though. I'm a perfectionst- I'm anal- I don't ask for help. I'm a worrier by nature, so it bothers me to let things pile up: laundry, dishes, yardwork, etc. I'm trying to remeber to stop and savor these moments. All of his noises, his laugh, his babbling, his accomplishments- though they may be small, they are big to us.
I want Easton to remember that his mommy played with him, and she was fun, and she encouraged him and helped him be whoever he wants to be. Most of all, I want him to love Jesus.
This is my verbal reminder to myself to take time to enjoy. Live life. Slow down. Savor each moment, each laugh, each grin when he first see's you in the morning over his crib, each fresh Johnson's lotion after the bath smell, each snug on the couch, each smile, each little twinkle that comes from those eyes, each time I nurse, each, each, each. Enjoy it all.
Until next time,




