'When I think I know what's best for me, fate she takes me back to exactly where I need to be.'
Isn't it beautiful how easily children respond to their instincts? When they are hungry, they announce it or tired, fall asleep anywhere. I was getting into this great rhythm, or so I thought. Blogging regularly, handmade projects going well, house fairly clean, sitting down together for dinners every night, even some regular-ish preschool stuff going on each morning. I started having visions of mini-pro blogging with a sponsor or two, a following, and maybe a mention in some artful blog or mom blog magazine somewhere. Little dreams of a simple mommy blogger that occur when things are going well. Then, we got tired. All of us. Drew's nursing a month-long cold that seemed to worsen with the warm weather, Sevi finally caught it and is having trouble sleeping, and I'm fully into my third trimester with baby growing, eating, and dancing all night. I love coming to this space to talk about my life loves. I need it, but lately, I've been napping instead. Why is it so hard to slow down? When I wake from each nap, the afternoon is full of guilt counting all the things I could have done. Though I know I could probably get more done once I slept and got some energy, I can't convince myself to just let go.
But last week we surrendered completely. To the exhaustion of a house with small children and a life full and complete. We finally gave ourselves permission to rest. We traded activities and plans, homemade dinners, and evenings at the park for sleeping in, frozen leftovers and movie marathons. I only wish I could always do it as easily as she does.