Notes and observations about my life as wife: to my dream come true, mama: to three beautiful princesses and one handsome prince, and follower of Christ. I am a stay at home, homeschoolin', obsessed with knitting gal, hope you'll stay and read awhile.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Exhaustion
I am exhausted. It's that plain and simple. If you're a mom, recall that feeling you have those first few weeks of having baby home. That's how I feel now.
Over two weeks away from home, away from routines, away from your own comfy bed, co-sleeping when you'd rather not, on top of traveling for days and days will do that to a mama.
And instead of finding rest now that we're home, it's post-trip/cousin/over-stimulation detox time for the Royals. Time to do chores again. Time to get school going again. Time to follow up with consequences to actions that mama had to let slide while on the road. Time to obey the first time. Time to eat together as a family unit again (ruh-roh better eat all those veggies, mama's watchin'!).
Maybe next week I'll find time to rest.
Over two weeks away from home, away from routines, away from your own comfy bed, co-sleeping when you'd rather not, on top of traveling for days and days will do that to a mama.
And instead of finding rest now that we're home, it's post-trip/cousin/over-stimulation detox time for the Royals. Time to do chores again. Time to get school going again. Time to follow up with consequences to actions that mama had to let slide while on the road. Time to obey the first time. Time to eat together as a family unit again (ruh-roh better eat all those veggies, mama's watchin'!).
Maybe next week I'll find time to rest.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Mowing Men
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Desperate Times
You know you live in a big family when you find playthings tucked away in odd locations. A kind of staking your territory, if you will. Princess #2 stashed these toys behind my mixer during dinner so that she could have first dibs on them after eating. It is survival of the fittest, or, er, em, dare I say, the sneakiest .
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
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