[If you're here from E, Myself, and I, welcome! I'm Johanna, 30something mom to a 17-month-old toddler, and a Minnesotan.]
• Sometimes I embarrass myself with how crabby I get about my, let’s face it overabundant, blessings. Tonight I was feeling so down about how I feel like I cannot keep our house clean, despite my best efforts, and I was on the brink of a spiral about it, but luckily I was able to check myself.
• We are finally back in cloth diapers. I’ve used Grapefruit Seed Extract in the wash a few times; should I use it every wash going forward to make sure the yeast doesn’t come back? (This isn’t so much a confession as a way for me to ask.)
• I had the most vivid dream last night that I was nursing a newborn baby. It was so real. Oh, how I wish.
• I don’t know if it’s because I was 34 before I became a mom, or because we waited for awhile, or if it’s just my decisive personality, but there are (so far) very few things about the way that I parent that are different from the way I’d planned/anticipated. Except one: I always said I’d never let me kid wear dirty or stained clothes. Hahahaha! Harry is a messy eater, and he goes to daycare, and he loves to be outside. Stains? They’re just a way of life around here. (That said, I don’t let him go out/out in clothes with stains. Just to daycare and around the house.)
• I am so behind on Project Life. I’m pretending like the mess on our dining room table isn’t really there.
• I pray and praise on my commute home from work, and I sometimes “write” blog posts as I drive. Earlier today I read an emotive post written by a birth mom and a beautiful post from an adoptive dad, and they both made me feel a lot of feelings, but sometimes I spill it out out loud to myself, (and to God), in my car and the words never make it here.
• Being a working mom is hard sometimes; too little time for everyone. (Mostly myself.) But it’s only when I let in the noise of the world that I question it. When it’s quiet, when it’s just me and God, I know that I am right where He wants me, doing the exact work He’s created me to do.
What do you need to let out?