Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Life as of late

I haven't been writing nearly as much as I'd like to lately.  Five half-finished posts are sitting in my drafts folder beginning to collect the dust of writer's block.  My sob story is no different from the other somewhat often absent blogger—work, kids, more work, some cooking and minor cleaning thrown in there, the latest season of Grace and Frankie came out Friday.

My devotion to this space hasn't lessened, though the hours in the day seem to have lessened dramatically.  Maybe if I adopt the kumbaya-c'est la vie mentality of Lily Tomlin's character, I'll magically find a new energy that will see me through.

Frozen watch party.

I'd say Ella got a lot of Tim's personality in that she loves to build and take things a part.  She's quite the thinker (and tinker).  Happy to have a hubby who nurtures her interests.

A week ago, it reached a high of 40.  So we ran outside.  (Hurry up, Spring!)

One of Ella's favorite activities on this earth is blowing bubbles.  Since it's been cold and rainy, we've let her play with them in the kitchen. 

Concert dreams come true.  I ordered these for myself.  My husband who loves me so will be joining me, but I'm pretty sure he'd gladly sacrifice his ticket for another Legend-obsessed fan.  Any takers? Let me know.  But rest assured, the ticket ain't joking—rain or shine it is.

Right before that 40 degree warm front came through, it snowed.  I would complain, but it's so freaking beautiful.

The ladies who keep me sane.

A pitcher of sangria also helps to keep me sane.

Don't mess with her.

This past weekend, we had Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday morning to ourselves. We saw Beauty and the Beast.  For the first time, maybe ever, I'd go pay to see a movie again in theaters.  We had a fairly extensive conversation on the film since we're basically Beauty and the Beast experts after having seen the animated one 500 times.  

A rainy Saturday morning brunch date was lovely until I was served a half-stack of gluten-ful (intead of gluten-free) pancakes.  Having felt like I'd been shot with a tranquilizer, I napped for most of the afternoon after.

Brunch at Blake's! Mimosas, my family, and best friends.  Could a gal ask for anything more? (Not in that order)

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Life as a working mom: an update

Taken at 7:30AM—on our way to drop the kids off at daycare.  If we all look this happy before 9AM, we must be doing something right.

It's been over 6 months since I've returned to work full-time.  Shout out to all the working parents out there, it's one hard gig.  Having been both a stay-at-home mom and a full-time working mom, I've noticed a couple differences.  Staying at home full-time pushed me to a mentally-exhausted breaking point, and working full-time pushes me to a physically-exhausted breaking point, which...I sort of knew would happen.  I went back to work because I couldn't be pushed to my mental limits, but I wasn't prepared for the level of physical exhaustion that comes from working full-time.

Overall, I've enjoyed it, and I think I've made the transition (fairly) seamlessly.  Ella's always enjoyed going to daycare and she's now able to help Archie, so I haven't had uncontrollable pangs of mom-guilt.  Tim and I have both recognized that having some level of daycare in our day-to-day is healthy for the entire family.  And even if I worked part-time or stayed at home full-time again, we'd have the kids in daycare for a handful of hours during the week.

The hardest part has been getting dinner made without having a cup of coffee to get me through roasting the potatoes, keeping up on the cleaning, and keeping up with a consistent writing schedule (this post has been half-finished for 2 weeks). Come Friday night, I'm exhausted and when I wake up on Saturday, the first thing I want to do is go out to breakfast and relax with the family.  The last thing I want to do is clean my entire house, but Tim and I have adapted to this new lifestyle together, and we often tag-team the laundry, vacuuming and all the chores adults just can't get enough of.

I have been curious what my life would look like if I stayed at home full-time with the kids while in Michigan.  Having the opportunity to go out on dates with Tim and hang out with my best friend on Saturday night has greatly impacted my well-being, so I think if I were a stay-at-home mom while living here, our life would be drastically different than it was out West.

Everything has its season, and with the unpredictability Tim and I have come to appreciate over the past few years, I can only assume life will change again in due time.  But this season of our lives calls for me to work, so that's what I'll do.  As newlyweds who faced an over-drafted bank account a time or two, I'll never take a job and an income for granted.

There have been so many moments, while driving from any given Point A to Point B when I've been completely overcome with a sense of "is this real, do we really live here?  We don't have to get out a plane in a week?"  And, like waking up from a good dream, I re-settle back into my new reality a little unsure but content and smiling.  Tim would often ask me while we were packing up to move out East if I was excited, because I hadn't shown much enthusiasm.  I seemed to approach this recent move as any other, he thought.  But it's only because it (and has) felt surreal.  While living out West, Tim and I had no reason to believe we could make this move happen (did I mention the over-drafted bank account?).  So my life motto, since moving back here, is perspective is everything.  We have our hard days, I have long days at work, kids get sick and we face sleepless nights, but I have every reason to carry out my days with a good attitude and end my days with a grateful heart.

5AM comes all too quickly every morning, but I grab my half-caf coffee and roll out the door happy to have another day—8 months down, who knows how many more to go.