Sorry I’ve been a lousy blogger lately. If it makes you feel any better, this isn’t the only thing I’ve let slide. My clothes have been wet in the washer for the past three days. It’s probably time to flip them to the dryer, or better yet, rewash to get the wet stink out. Clean silverware is sitting on my counter because that’s all the further along I got with emptying the dishwasher. That, too, was three days ago. (But hey, at least they’re clean, right?) My house is littered with nuks and burp cloths and swaddlers, because Lord knows you need one in arm’s reach at every moment of every day. And there’s also dust–lots of it–because I haven’t touched a vacuum or swiffer duster since I don’t know when.
Because I have better things to do.
Like stare into these sweet baby blues. And hold her and snuggle and feed and diaper and rock and tend to her every need. It’s wonderful, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it’s also exhausting.
Do I miss my spotless home? My quiet time for writing? My cozy bed and full nights of sleep? Absolutely.
But caring for Miss Annistyn is also the best, most meaningful thing I’ve done with my life to-date. I’m loving this season of life, and also reminding myself that it’s just that–a season.
Those sweet blue eyes are temporarily closed, and it’s impossible to guess how long this moment of peace may last. That means it’s time for a three-minute shower! Yes, it’s 3:11 p.m. Yay, motherhood!