As I was lying down trying to put my toddler to sleep(yes, that happened :), I was thinking about the million things I did wrong. And that’s just the stuff from today. Dirty dishes in the sink waiting for their turn to go into dishwasher and I ignored, dirty floor prodding my feet with knick knacks asking for a cleanup, healthy meal plans non implemented but pinned furiously, a long bath long overdue, those books I wanted to read to the kids, those emails that I should have sent, those issues that I should have looked at differently... the list just goes on and on..
And mind wandered to the blog I haven’t written to in years. That was the worst pang. Writing has always brought me pleasure. Not as much as reading but very close. And I have been away from both for a while now. With everyone being home bound with a global pandemic, I see people posting about new crafts they learnt and I feel as if I have to try too hard just stay afloat. Leave alone new things and me time. I know this too will pass.. I can feel it.. but at this moment I need some happiness, that’s just mine. And couldn’t think of anything better than my old blog pal.
Kiddos are asleep. She asked for her ‘thethe’ before falling asleep and then pushed him away and snuggled up with me. He wanted to sleep with me too. They are going to grow up so fast and not even want to be in the same room as me. So am going to let the dishes and floor wait. I am going to type away on my phone with my angels on each side...
And I hope am back!
