I have zero time for reflection. I must have had so much time to think, before. I do have down-time – about one hour in the middle of the day, and three hours at night – but I can’t say I ever get any reflection-type-thinking done. I tried writing a letter to a friend the other day, and it was so hard! You have to be able to think in a certain way to write a letter, reflecting upon your own thoughts and then considering the other person’s life too, and I couldn’t do it very well. Writing here is the same.
I gotta make more space. Just a little. The equivalent of a “weekend” each week. Or just a Saturday. Something like that. Time to think.
I’m loving my life, though. Looking after two babes, nurturing them, enjoying our days, experiencing so much fun (for example: we’re on holidays at the moment and my babes are an excuse for me to go down the waterslides over and over and over!). Happy Fox.
It’s 9.30pm. Now is meant to be my time. Kids are meant to be in bed at 8:00pm, leaving me a precious couple of hours to… have a tea and read or watch something.
Sky didn’t get the memo.
I put her to bed at the usual time and she cried on and off. I picked her up and she squealed happily. I put her back to bed and she cried on and off. I picked her up again and she squealed happily.
So now, this:
No writing about my toddler’s favourite iPhone apps, or how I feel like I haven’t had a day off work since forever, or how I had a cafe breakfast yesterday for the first time in ages and it was fantastic, or how I wish I’d done cloth nappies, or how I’ve been thinking about what my perfect dream home would be… instead, I have a squealing-happy-very-awake-baby on me. And she doesn’t want to be ignored. And now it’s 11:00pm.
Apparently she wants to watch Netflix trailers.
1. Happy Birthday Me
First, a little throwback to May. It was my birthday in late May. I splashed out on a few Things (Things, capital T. Material objects.) that I’d been wishing for.
This is a frustrating time. Well, it’s a frustrating time if you don’t give into it. I give into it. Which means living in the moment, forgetting things that aren’t essential, and allowing yourself to rest whenever you can.
My older kid is 1½.
My younger kid is 2 months.
OK! It is still April, so I may need to update this later (if something super exciting happens, like I meet a dolphin, or turn into a butterfly). But for now…
- I made a new baby. Her name is Sky. She was actually born on 29 March, but I don’t let facts and figures interfere with my blog posts.
Here she is, the day after being born.
Better late than never, right?
March! Oh, so many years ago. What did I do in March?
- I thought about what I’d like to see on my calendar – what I’d look forward to. And while this would totally not be someone else’s cup of tea, I had to admit… I would enjoy doing a kikki.K workshop. So I booked into an “Organisation workshop.” (I didn’t learn a heck of a lot, but I just really enjoyed the evening!)