Cathing My Breath

Oh my. Where do I even begin? There are so many posts I have wanted to do, but finding the time to sit and write is nearly impossible. Even now after the kitchen is spotless, dishwasher is running, and the bathroom is cleaned I am fussing at Tennyson for destroying his slinky and Raleigh is waking up from his nap. I really am loving being home full-time, raising these boys, and cherishing every moment. But.some.days.....

As you can tell I haven't even had the time to post about our hasty move out of the only home we've known since getting married. Or about our wonderful Christmas with my family. Or about the sad, devasting news of my dear brother-in-law's cancer diagnosis 3 days after Christmas. Or about Tennyson.....oh Tennyson. I could write a million posts about that boy! And Raleigh just turned 6 months old. Just so much to write about.

I wake up each morning and essentially do the same thing: nurse and change Raleigh, change Tennyson, get his breakfast, get him dressed, clean something, try to answer e-mails, more housework, play Playdoh, more diapers, snacktime, stories, tv, blessed naptime, etc. etc. etc. I tell you, if I ever get a shower 2 days in a row I think I'll explode with excitment!

Sometimes my mind drifts back to those days of going to the office every morning, working with numbers, helping people buy a house, business trips, meetings, conference calls, lunches, and constant adult interaction. I do miss the 50Gs I used to make, but I still wouldn't trade my life for anything in the world, even on the toughest days.

I know most of you reading this can probably relate to the Career Woman Turned Mommy syndrome. Ah, so good to know I am not alone.