I'm feeling fairly depleted today. I think it's just the crash after the high of all that visiting, undivided attention from my husband over the weekend, and of course birthday fun. Do I sound like a selfish 5 year old? Well, I hang out with a two year old all day, so I think 5 is pretty good!
Really though. It must be time to regroup and refocus. I swear between yesterday and today I put Charles in timeout probably 803 times, plus additional discipline as needed. It is tiring. But then he gets out of timeout, sits on the floor to play, and pats a nice spot right next to him, saying, "Sit on floor, Mama." So I try to do that.
I even have something to look forward to. Peter said yes! So we're spending the weekend with my grandparents, and Saturday morning Peter, Charles, and I will head to Lake Michigan to enjoy the sun, sand, and water. There are few things I like better than watching Charles play at beach.
So my current mood can no doubt be attributed to the upcoming move. The upheaval of our life once more. This knowledge is even more stressful to me as we have not yet found our next home. We're going to look the second weekend of August, so I still have three more weeks to let that stress me out. I know I'll be calmer once we have signed some sort of contract, but we won't be doing that until at most three weeks before we move! Does that sound stressful to anyone else? Maybe that's just the way of apartment hoppers.
I'm also wanting to crochet, scrapbook, read, write, and so on. But I'm not getting a whole lot of free time these days, and when I do I often suddenly feel all inspiration and energy gone.
But all these things, these feelings, are passing, I know. And so is the precious time while my children are still so small and safe in my arms. So even when I'm feeling down I try to remember that. This is a tough time in our life, sure, but it's also an amazingly special time, too.
Vegan Chocolate Avocado Cake
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