I have two kids. And some days that feels like a lot, but then again I consider the women who have 4 or 6 or 8 or whatever. And I wonder what is wrong with me because I have not mopped my kitchen floor since Norah was born almost 6 weeks ago. How do these superwomen do it? And really even the mom with two little ones and a coordinated outfit and a reasonably clean house is seeming pretty impressive to me right now.
On the whole, I don’t feel as chaotic or overwhelmed as I expected to, but my house is SO MESSY now. I need to stop saying messy and just qualify it as dirty since that is where we are these days. I’m developing sensory issues from the crumb situation, and two hungry dogs can’t keep up with it. The actual temperature in Atlanta is supposed to reach 102 in the next few days, and even a native southerner can’t do that. So inside the dirty house we will be, making it even dirtier most likely. But “don’t make a mess” is such an abstract statement to a 2 year old, I’m realizing.
And I was thinking last night about how there is an entire year chronicled on this blog when I completed craft projects every single month. Like real stuff I actually made with my two free hands and time I actually had. And that, friends, is an abstract concept for me right now.
I know these months and years are precious. I know I will miss them one day. 90% of the time, I love it even now. But I don’t remember the last time I wore lipstick or had clean floors and an empty laundry basket. This boring, pictureless post just needed to get out there. Like if I say it aloud, it is somehow better.