I’ve recently whined complained written about the construction in front of our house. The city is repaving our driveway and the area directly in front of the driveway, and we are now at the end of our second week without driveway access to our house. In the meantime, we’ve been parking on a side street and walking back and forth. I complain about this, even though I know that there are people in cities that do this sort of thing every day, all year, in much worse weather than I am currently experiencing. Regardless, it’s half finished, a work in progress, and I know hope it will be done soon.
A work in progress is how I feel about my life a lot of the time lately. We’re struggling with sleep issues in our house, and toddler tantrums, and fostering a new sibling relationship. Personally, I’m sleep-deprived and work each day to rein in my impatience and keep perspective about what is going on in our lives. In addition, I am working to carve out time for things that define me outside of motherhood – my writing and my running are on top of my priority list right now, although looking at pictures, I think I need to add mommy makeover to that list!
There are days when it seems like I am just treading water – the kids are unruly, I feel rushed and scattered, and I quake with fear when I think about how people have warned me that the sassiness gets even more pronounced with a three-year-old! Thankfully, those days are tempered by the other kind of days – the ones where I find myself laughing in delight at Abbey singing songs to Dylan, a friend mentions something in my ramblings that hit home with her, or it seems like there are more than twenty-four hours in the day. During stressful days, I need to remind myself to savor the little moments, like when Dylan nuzzles into my neck during one of his countless wake-ups, his little hand gripping my hair or Abbey spontaneously says, “I love you Mommy.” Those are the moments that count, and sometimes I forget that amongst the craziness.
My driveway is a work in progress.
And so am I.
trucks outside!
she's telling Dylan about the trucks
and yes, she's wearing a feather boa as a tutu
Just gorgeous. I can relate so completely. To all of it.
ReplyDeleteI want to be more than just a mom, and I want to be a fully present mom and I want to be put together and I want to be everything all at once.
Work in progress. That's what I need to remember to be.