Ten: While falling asleep
This will be short. I had so many good intentions for taking photographs today, but then the day picked me up and started swinging me around by the seat of my pants. Swing swing swing. Somebody please tell me that this is just a phase. I am so tired.
Grace abounds. Small and big.
1. Yesterday a beautiful couple gave me a new baby carrier. It is more comfy than my baby wrap right now, as Solo continues to morph into a toddler at the age of six months. It was so sweet of them to give it to me.
2. There is a field by my house that is covered in flowering bushes. Every color of butterfly imaginable is attracted to these bushes, so walking through the field is like walking through butterfly heaven.
3. I didn’t have to gut fish today. Every day, since the day when I was around eleven and my parents bought several gallons of herring and we stayed up all night cleaning them, I am thankful that I didn’t have to gut fish today.
4. I didn’t have to eat any herring today. Yecccchhh.
5. Leafy is a hugging monster, the chai was good in the afternoon, I made the bomb soup for lunch, Solo said Dada, we danced (it’s Wednesday), SOMEDAY I will have our train tickets figured out, there are more things in life than having a clean house, and maybe I will be able to get up earlier than the kids at some point, so as to have some solitude before it’s all oatmeal and mashed bananas up in my face.
You can always hope.
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I can’t believe Solo is six months. Sigh….
I think I’m about ready to find grace in small things too. Such a good exercise in thankfulness, and truly, there is so much to give thanks for.
You are too nasty! That only happened once, and it grossed everyone out, including me. I guess you did get the gutting part though, or did you? One person cut off heads, another tails, another gutting – it was in support of orphans – a good deed, but then we hated the taste of the herring!!! Funny memory. That is a plus that you did not have to do that!
Oh, I’m missing so much of Solo’s life – too hard! Hope that will change soon!
Love you,
It is DEFINITELY just a phase.
Thank you so much for sharing your journeys with us. You inspire me and I find your blog soothing when I feel homesick for traveling.
hope springs eternal.
See, I admire that you want to be up before the kids. I prefer to stay up past them for my solitude. Early to bed, early to rise… just can’t get the hang of that.
And I am hopeful we will get a photo of butterfly heaven sometime. You know, if the day will just let go of your pants long enough to let you grap the camera.
See, I admire that you want to be up before the kids. I prefer to stay up past them for my solitude. Early to bed, early to rise… just can’t get the hang of that.
And I am hopeful we will get a photo of butterfly heaven sometime. You know, if the day will just let go of your pants long enough to let you grap the camera.
Sorry, forgot to add great post! Can’t wait to see your next post!
Aahh Grasshopper, the key is to find the solitude in the midst of the oatmeal and smashed banana…I’m not there yet. But like you said, I can always hope!
Let us in on this soup recipe btw!
Whenever my house gets more chaotic and messy than usual, and I’m feeling guilty for not getting up earlier to clean or be otherwise productive I remind myself of my mother’s favorite little decorations in our house growing up. One read: “My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy!” and the other was a poem that ended with the line: “I’d like to be a housewife, but first I’ll be a mother.” So savor the oatmeal and smashed bananas (to the extent you’re able to savor smashed banana) and remember that all the other Moms out there know exactly what you mean, and don’t think a few messes around the house matter in the least.
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