That’s right. I have been gone quite a while, and although I am sure no one has really noticed (except for my brother, who never leaves damn comments anyway), I noticed, and I missed the blog. I guess I just didn’t feel like I had that much to write about. A lot in my mind, but nothing that I can quite type out.
The fam has been really busy, which is great, and exhausting. Mr. Man’s soccer season is coming to an end, Dandall got a great promotion and is busier than ever, Doodle Bug is growing like a freaking weed at 22 pounds and almost a year old. Almost a year old… I can not believe I just typed that. AND… we just got back from a fabulous Disneyland trip. This year has been the fastest year of my life. That, I know for sure.
I am still trying to find my way in this crazy life of motherhood, staying at home, and also working from home. I am very lucky that I can stay at home, and am lucky that I found a job that I could do from home that allows me to have this lifestyle. I would be lying if I said it was easy though. The only time I can really work is while Doodle Bug naps, or after the kids go to sleep. “Me” time has become obsolete, and well, I miss it.
I guess I am torn. I have a great life, and am thankful for it every day. On the other hand though, because I stay at home, I feel like I should be “Super Mom” and “Super Wife”. I should have an impeccable house, always have nice, well balanced, carefully prepared meals on the table for my family, spend lots of time making crafts and fun games with my kids, and do it all with a smile. No one makes me feel like I should accomplish all of this though except for me. I do it all to myself.
And while doing all of that, I feel like I should have the time to keep up and reconnect with my friends, and make new friends… spend time working on things that I love such as baking, cake decorating, sewing, learning to knit, etc. I feel like I should make the time and have the energy to exercise, and take care of myself. I feel like I need to make “me” a priority once again. Then, I feel guilty for even thinking that.
I also feel like I must be the only woman feeling this way. Do others really make themselves this crazy and have ridiculous standards that they feel they need to live up to? I want to say no, but I have a feeling that the answer is yes.
When I was growing up, my mom stayed at home. She was the PERFECT mother in all ways… June Cleaver meets Martha Stewart meets Mrs. Brady, etc. Seriously. How did she do it ALL? How did she pull it all off with a smile on her face? What was her secret? Now… she did make some decisions with my father that peeved me, and that I will probably never understand, but as a mother… WOW. I will never measure up. And I want so desperately to. I have asked her how she did it all, and she just shrugs it off with a half-not really-answer. Tell me the damn secret… WOMAN! Or maybe the real secret is that things weren’t as perfect as I remember them to be. The childhood memory part of my brain finds that hard to believe though.
If someone has the answer to pulling all of this off… please contact me ASAP. Thank you.