Well, geez Louise, it’s been a while since I’ve posted any sort of actual project. Life has been . . . well, busy, to say the least!
And I was completely naive about how life was going to be after the birth of our son in June (our third child). Everyone told me that the transition from one to two children is much harder than from two to three. I disagree. One was work. Two was a balancing act. Three . . . well, three feels like chaos. (I have no idea how the Duggars do it!) And for us, I think the chaos can be blamed on a couple of major factors: (1) we have 3 under 3 years of age, and (2) our newborn son is a little high maintenance. Not in a bad way. Just in a newborn way. He has reflux, is extremely gassy and is the kind of baby that if his pacifier falls out, he’s awake. If he flinches, he’s awake. If a breeze should blow on one of his eyelashes in the wrong way, he’s awake. And if anyone other than me is holding him, he’s unhappy. Does anyone know the kind of baby I’m talking about? Not even a car ride can soothe him. This means that I spend A LOT OF TIME with him. It also means that nighttime is tough, to say the least. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, it can take a significant amount of time, most nights, to get him back to sleep. Sometimes hours.
Let me be very clear here: I am not complaining whatsoever! I realize there are families out there that are dealing with far more than I am! We have 3 healthy children and I could not be a more grateful mama. I am only telling you these things because finding time to eat, take a shower, do a load of laundry or take a nap has taken priority over doing a project for the past couple of weeks. And I guess this post is a reaching out, of sorts, from me to let you know that I am still here. I still desire to create, decorate and, hopefully, inspire you and some days it kills me that I can’t get to a project I want to do. My “to do” list is a couple of pages long by now and I have a lot of great stuff in store. But my priorities have been to put one foot in front of the other and take care of my babies and myself, when I can, these past weeks. It just is what it is.
I’ve had to constantly remind myself of my word of the year for 2012: