There is a season for everything, and this seems to be a season of doing for me. Last night I was folding clothes at 11 pm. With my tennis shoes on. As though I had some errand to run when I was finished.
I read a few blogs that focus on productivity and time management for moms. I've picked up some good tips from them, but I have to be careful how much I take in. First of all, if you follow them too closely, it becomes 7,398 ways to simplify your life. Second, if you are like me, then every suggestion begins to feel like a mandate, and I become overwhelmed with perceived expectations and conflicting ideals. How can I make my own wrapping paper and play with my children and create a weekly menu all from 7-9 a.m. Monday morning? See? Even writing that sentence is ridiculous.
So mostly I don't hold on to much of the advice, but I have enjoyed being more productive lately. Except, I'm trying to learn how to balance actual responsibilities (like feeding my children), my needs (exercise, time to pray, and adult conversation), and my children's needs (naps, time with their parents, and interaction with peers). Some things are going well, some things are not. Everyone always mentions how quickly babies change in the first year. The practical implication is that as soon as you think you know how your day is going to look, it changes. Asher and I seem to be renegotiating on several fronts, as he is simultaneously moving toward independence, clinging to my leg, and spending more time at home than he would like (so that Silas can sleep). And while most things in life are going really well, the changing dynamic with Asher is wearing me down.
This is part of why I don't have much to say here lately (or much of any interest, except updates on my kids). I've been busy, but not really doing anything worth mentioning. I'm enjoying having more energy than I did a year ago, I'm working on managing life well, and I'm trying not to completely lose my identity in the process. Any suggestions?