Accepting the fact that I cannot get everything done in one day. I love to do lists, and I love checking everything off, but being a SAHM just means I can’t. I’ll be happy the days I get a lot done, and okay with the days I don’t.
Anticipating the summer. Flipping through my calendar it feels like it’s going to be here any day, now. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do in the warmer months — beach trips, friends’ weddings — and trying to think of what else I want us to experience.
Appreciating Tim. He does so much every day after working, and even before he goes into the office. He makes time for Charlotte and busts his butt so I can wind down at the end of the day.
Cleaning out closets and the pantry. You wouldn’t think we’ve lived here long enough to have clutter, but since we unpacked in a hurry, I still have some work to do. The pantry is almost done, and I’m still (forever?) organizing baby clothes.
Cooking more often. I’ve tried out a few new meals lately, and while I did manage to burn tortilla soup one night, it’s otherwise gone pretty well. It’s nice to cook again, now that Tim is not on a diet (he previously drank Soylent, then went on a keto diet) and he’s home in time for dinner every night.
Feeling calmer. It took a few weeks of normalcy for me to have less anxiety. I require a period of time with few plans, few problems and setting a routine in order to recover from bigger events (such as: moving, switching baby schedules, a stressful road trip). I’m just now feeling normal again.
Reading The Handmaid’s Tale. It’s been on my “to-read” list for a long time, and I’m excited to finish it before the Hulu series airs. I didn’t read much at all for months, and I think that was partially due to Charlotte (obviously), but also my efforts to finish a book that I wasn’t enjoying. I finally ditched the Nicholas Sparks book, and now I’m reading almost every night.
Watching random Netflix series. I finished Army Wives a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve needed something to fill it. I watched Santa Clarita Diet (hilarious) and some of The Crown.
Wearing cozy sweaters… No, tank tops. Because Georgia can’t make up its mind, as always.
Loving my girl. She is the light of my life. She’s such a happy baby, and I get excited to wake her up from every nap so I can see her smile and hear her laugh.