SEARCHING FOR THE POCKETS

September 9, 2015

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Roux’s first piece of artwork, via Daddy’s Instagram

We’re off a running! Today went rather smoothly as far as first days go, fingers crossed we’re able to maintain this positive momentum. The baby didn’t even wake up to give me a goodbye kiss this morning, the little bugger, and I even had big plans for a sunrise walk, just the two of us! He was extremely thrilled when I returned and was not willing to let me out of his sight for too long for the duration of the day. He was adamantly opposed to staying with his siblings in the playspace at the gym this afternoon, so I scratched my work out and we all headed for the pool.

I am learning to squeeze what I can into the spaces I can find, and to take advantage of moments as they are presented. And, most importantly, to let the rest go. A little each day goes a long way into the care and maintenance of our home, is what I’ve learned this summer. I’m trying my best to implement small but regular rituals that keep me from getting too overwhelmed with the tiny tasks that can pile up into giant workloads.

Trying to go to bed at a reasonable hour is something else that I aspire to, but I find that once the kids are asleep and all is quiet, my mind springs to life. When else am I going to find the time to work on my own projects?! Or spend quality time with my husband, for that matter? These are the questions that literally keep me up at night!

More hours in the day, or a slower march of time. Is that too much to ask?

HAD ME A BLAST, HAPPENED SO FAST

September 8, 2015

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It’s here, the first school night of the year is here. We’ve had ourselves twelve weeks of late nights, lazy mornings, with a general looseness to our schedule that just doesn’t exist for nine out of twelve months. It’s been beyond nice, heavenly really, and as there are only a couple hours separating us from the start of our new rhythm, there is nothing left to do but declare this season finished.

But, oh! She was really something special. I’m a little sad to see her go, Summer 2015, but I do like her friend Autumn very much, and rumor has it this one is going to be particularly festive.

(I’m up much later than I should be for a girl with an alarm to face in the morning.)

AN END OF SUMMER RAMBLER

September 5, 2015

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This was a really good summer filled to the brim with lots of precious family time, which is exactly what I had been craving. Roux’s arrival really knocked everyone out of orbit just a little bit, in the way new babies often do, and it was during this season we found ourselves humming along, each of us having adjusted more or less to the new dynamic within our tribe.

I know that it has taken me an especially long time to reconnect with myself, and I’m almost certain I haven’t yet done so completely, but there was something about this last full moon that brought me a tremendous amount of clarity as if the path I have been searching for has finally been illumined.

The year ahead is suddenly exciting and full of potential whereas a few weeks ago I could barely even think about school starting without my heart racing. I am not at all looking forward to saying goodbye to my tiny guy each morning, but I am eager to create new weekly rituals during the hours we will have together, just me and him.

The back-to-school to-do list is looming and I confess it got the better of me yesterday insofar as my negligent posting. However! I am owning that list like you wouldn’t believe. Our house is just about Chrysler Building Sparkly, and I’ve been promised a present should I manage to keep it properly tidy for an entire month. I miiiight even attempt an actual home tour, but let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.

I’m debating a third cup of coffee, which is never a good idea. It’s only that today is the very last lazy Saturday and I want it to linger just a little while longer. Or forever, whatever.

BACK TO BASICS

September 1, 2015

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The swiftly approaching conclusion to what has been the most scrumptious summer is breaking my heart just a little, to be honest. Why does September always come so quickly?! I love the fall, really I do, but summer is my happy place and this one did not disappoint.

When I woke up this morning and realized that August really, truly had evaporated, I knew it was time to buckle down and get to work. There is much to do before the official start of the new school year next week, not the least of which is accepting that lazy mornings in bed with my squishy beebs are numbered. Also, laundry. All the laundry.

One of the things that tends to happen once the frenzy of the school year has overtaken our household is that my personal endeavors fall entirely by the wayside as I become consumed with and responsible to the hustle and bustle of the week. It is my express intention to not allow this to happen, to instead focus on cultivating the kind of personal discipline required to be the vibrant and successful working mother I know I’m capable of being, as opposed to the scatterbrained ragamuffin I tend to become.

I’ve set a small goal for this month, to be present in this space on a daily basis. Because there’s nothing like a public announcement to keep motivated, is something I have come to know about myself. In truth, it has been far too long since I’ve maintained a daily writing practice, and it has been my particular experience that good things happen when I do so.

Today marks the start of the twentyfourth month we’ve lived in our house on a hill by the sea. Not a day goes by where I don’t think at least once how incredibly fortunate we are to be exactly where we are. But there is plenty of room for growth, and that is where I’m putting my energy.

COME HERE SPRING, LEMME KISS YOU

April 15, 2015

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I made the fortunate mistake of watching the first episode of Daredevil on Netflix – fortunate because it was awesome, a mistake nonetheless because now I can’t sleep. Good news is that I got a decent nap in this afternoon, bad news is there’s no cup of coffee in my future and rooibos tea is nice and all, but it’s no freshly brewed French Press, let’s just be clear.

I’ve traded in some no-so-good-for-me habits, replacing them with ones that are a little bit more in line with where I want my life to go, as opposed to where it has already been. A lot of years have been spent in my head, thinking and rethinking and over thinking. I’m trying harder to plan, and do. I’ve given myself small, attainable goals in an attempt to begin to implement an entirely new routine around here. One that is simpler, but also more consistent.

This week, I’m focusing on these three things around my house:

1. A clean kitchen. This is a nice thing to wake up to, a clean slate from where to begin the day. Many things happen in my kitchen throughout the day, it truly is the heart of my home. I’ve taken to running the dishwasher each night + emptying it first thing the next morning, and am trying trying trying to clean as I go while I put my kitchen to good use. At the end of the day, before I unwind for the night, I do a final sweep, clearing any clutter from the counters and making sure our water filter is full.

2. A load of laundry a day. It’s really, really easy for clothes to pile up and then for the piles to pile up. Making sure at least one dirty load goes in and one clean load comes out per day has made a big impact in the way things can collect in places like the bathroom and next to the bed.

3. Vacuuming! Novel, I know. But we just invested in this vacuum and it’s literally changed my life. This little appliance might have been the catalyst to my new obsession with daily tidying.

Certainly nothing revolutionary, just good old fashioned housekeeping, which I’ve never really been any good at. There is something about approaching 33 as a mother of three that makes me feel like I should have this figured out already, so I’m attempting to play catch up. This exact same sentiment can be applied to a great many areas of my life – and it is! – which is to say, in simpler terms, that this is a season of active growth, of blossoming. Of working hard, of learning, and allowing for the possibility of new greatness to emerge.