Life seems to have come to a screeching halt around here. Sleep is my friend and sitting on the couch runs a close second! My hips are all loosey-goosey so that it takes me much longer to get from sitting to standing to moving. The contractions have picked up (never fear, though, I NEVER go early!). My sciatic nerve simply refuses to go up and down the stairs or do laundry. I resemble a turtle standing upright with its head on backwards. And heartburn seems to be what’s for dessert.
But, I’m not complaining. I know it sounds like I am, but you really can just state facts without truly complaining…to quote the mice (I think) on Babe: “The way things are is the way things are.”
Yes, I have moments where I look around the house and feel rather discouraged at my inability to do it all, but as my mother-in-law kindly pointed out tonight, “You’re not a health hazard.”
I posted recently on my homeschooling blog about days when you are not Superwoman. As I pointed out there, Superwoman is probably long gone for a while and that is okay. In fact, what truly matters these days is that I am spending my waking moments (though they be few and far between) with my children making memories. Tonight, rather than stress about not having all the laundry caught up, I gathered up my little quiver and we made a Thanksgiving/Blessing Tree.
This is a really simple project that even my 10 year old enjoyed doing. Make a trunk out of brown paper or a paper sack, then have all the kiddos (mom and dad can join in as well) trace their hands on construction paper and cut them out. Then, they write things they are thankful for on the fingers and tape them to the tree. They can add to them as they think of more things they are thankful for.
This is the direction I am heading this holiday season. Less stress, more fun activities. By the way, I’m not a holiday basket case and could never understand why people get stressed out this time of year, but I think that may have something to do with the fact that I am a very asthetic person, so the sights and sounds and smells of the holidays are so scrumptious to me, I could breathe them in forever. And what an awesome time to have a baby! Nothing like adding that fresh baby smell to the pine and cinnamon! lol
So, I’ll just keep to my snail’s pace. The rest of you can run circles around me if you like. I won’t hold it against you. ;o)