Back to the Grind

I've taken another writing project with Content Divas so I'll be busy for the next two weeks (this time I'm doing a half-project instead of the full 22 days of submissions). I'm a little nervous since last time there were days where I felt like my writing kind of took over my life.

But I'm also excited. This stay-at-home-Mom is looking forward to devoting her brain to more than just working on grocery lists or the logistics of trying to get out of the house daily with two people under the age of three in tow. I've got high hopes for doing various aspects of my day better this time around than last. For example, I have my menus planned for the next three weeks (until we go on vacation!!), so hopefully that will be less of a slow-down point to my weeks.

Finally, I'm looking forward to the increased level of productivity that comes with having most of the day scheduled. Work -- especially working hard -- can be a high: many of us are naturally happy when we have real work to do (as opposed to my playing around on this blog and pretending that people read it). Not necessarily ecstatic, just content (and not depressed).

A podcaster I have come to really enjoy is Kh. Krista West on Ancient Faith Radio. She has some spot-on things to say on that final point (in fact, I think I took some of that point from her because it so resonated with my experience), so I'd like to point any readers I may have in the direction of her podcast "A Tailor’s reflections on the prayer of St. Ephraim" which is really an excellent reflection on the value of work.

So, wish me luck! It may be another bumpy ride, but I can only get better at it. :)

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The Microwaved-Coffee Cycle

Pour morning coffee. Get sidetracked and forget to drink it.

Stumble upon 3/4-full cup sometime later.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave.

Sip. Still doesn't taste right; lukewarm. Intend to keep drinking it, but forget.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave.

Sip. Too hot, burnt my tongue, and still doesn't taste right. Forget about it.

Reach for 1/2-full cup again.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave....
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There's Peanut Butter Expanding into a Grease Spot on My Wall

So, Happy Mother's Day!

There's unfolded (and some folded) laundry on my coffee table.
A pile of unmatched socks on the chair.
Cheerios crunch beneath my feet.
There's a lot of whining in my house (and my kids aren't the only culprits).

Happy Mother's Day!

There are dishes in my sink.
My daughter's poopy diaper exploded onto the chair.
My daughter is wearing her last diaper.
I need to go to the store to buy more diapers -- and I am not dressed, nor have I finished my coffee. (P.S. I have to walk... Husband has the car.)

Happy Mother's Day!

There is laundry in the dryer three flights of stairs below me.
Correction, it is probably in a heap on a table by now.
But at least we have relatively clean sheets on our beds.
And my bedroom looks pretty nice without piles of clothes on the bed frame and the baby's swing.

Happy Mother's Day!

A friend is coming to visit in an hour.
Did I mention I am not dressed, have to go to the store, and have one remaining diaper?
So why am I on the computer?
When was the last time I showered?

Happy Mother's Day!

We're having grilled cheese for lunch with that friend.
We have no bread -- I really do have to go to the store.
My daughter will bring home rocks for her rock jar while we are out.
I used to paint rocks and give them to my Mom for Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day!

My two-year-old is singing "Christ is Risen" from our Easter service in its entirety, over and over. She learned it so quickly!
The baby let me sleep in for an extra hour this morning.
The Angle cried to the Lady, full of grace, "Rejoice! Your son is risen from his three days in the tomb!"
Christ is Risen!

Happy Mother's Day!