Saturday, January 16, 2010


I've already gone back on my "word" for this blog. It's been a good month and a half since I've written in this. So, apologies to all of my followers. (Thats a joke, as I think maybe 6 of my close girl friends read, sorry to Aubrey, Sarah, Nikki, Bekah, D., and Steph)

I realized that I really needed to get back to this oh, 3 minutes ago when I was leaving a comment on one of my favorite blogs and I just was on a know, being the annoying comment leaver that writes about 3 paragraphs worth of crap thinking other people would actually be interested in it.

The question that I commented on was, "What's the single hardest thing about parenting?"
If you leave a comment you automatically enter into a contest to win a new book that I really want to read..., which is why I left a comment...only the second time in my life I've done that...

OK, back to the subject...
The sing most hardest thing about parenting...for me...BALANCE...learning what that actually means for me. I usually don't realize that I haven't been living a balanced life until I'm on the verge of explosion. Poor Steven.

I've been a wife, a roll I absolutely love, for 3 months today! Compared to being a mom full time, being a wife is a cake walk. Steven can stay home by himself if I want to go to the book store and stroll around for no good reason. But, because of where we are in life right now, Steven works a lot, and I am at home with Ian...A LOT. And this morning I really just want to leave and go out by myself. It's really small situations like this that make me go crazy, thinking I'm super selfish, I am, for wanting something for myself. And then thinking, when was the last time I went out and did something, just me, besides driving to work or to the grocery store...and I have to say it's been oh...since November. BALANCE.

Something else that I find as being a mom is the control to change your perspective. Like right now, instead of getting bent out of shape about not being able to get out and do what "I" want, I get to hang at home, get some things done (in my p.j.'s), and spend some time with Ian.

What a eye opener family life is. You hold this huge mirror up all the time. You see yourself for who you really are. I find more and more that I want to say "Thank you" and "I'm sorry" to my mom. I love Ian more and more. And I know that I'm growing on him too, I know because he gave me a good night hug on his own last night...usually I have to force his arms around me. That's worth it all.

Today's theme song...Mushaboom by Feist.

This is Ian and I this morning, being a couple of lazy bones.

1 comment:

  1. Totally know what you mean! I have to take me time at odd times. Like I went to get a spray tan last night at 8 p.m. on a Friday, because Wes offered to put Ruby down for me. :) I know it's not the most happening Friday night, but on the bright side, there was no wait. Love you!