Big changes have occurred in our household. put the doll's dress on Big. Momma got a work room! clean weird saliva/puke puddle off the floor
So, if you read my previous entries, you’ll know how much I struggle with my identity as a mother verses my identity as a creative-productive person. I want to produce creative things. I am a stay-at-home-mom. The two are in constant battle. console screaming child I don’t think they need to be in constant battle, but positively reinforce 3-year-old’s good behavior I’m not sure how to reconcile the two yet.erase a bunch of stuff the 1-year-old who is now in my lap just typed Well it all came to head a couple weeks ago. The combination teach 1-year-old not to grab my hair of a few snowy days in which we couldn’t get out at all, my husband working extra long hours (thereby stranding me at home with the kids) 1-year-old off my lap, give him my bracelet and then tell 3-year-old to give the bracelet back to 1-year-old a 2 hour chunk of time my friend gave me to be alone while she watched the kids all brewed up a disaster. I was so looking forward to, and thankful for those 2 hours to myself-during the daylight hours outside of the house no less! But it ended up leaving me in tears. There is more to the story, of course, but because of that free time, I realized I had nothing to do with free time. I am not invested in anything outside of the house and kids. console a kid This is not for a lack of ideas and ambitions to be otherwise occupied. I am encourage the 1-year old who is in my lap again to dance to the Fugees full of ideas for sewing projects, but can’t do any of them. 3-year-old needs general conversating The plan when we bought the house was to put a kid in each bedroom and use the dining room table for sewing projects. This had always worked before, after all. Well nope. giving up blogging for now because both kids are crying at my elbows and kneecaps about too great a variety of things that I cannot handle it anymore There is far too little time, and too few brain cells required to drag out all of my sewing items and think ahead to everything I will need before the little one goes down for a nap in the room where all of it is stored. Then, if I do manage to drag it all out and get started on a project, the next thing I know is it’s time for dinner and it all has to be cleared again (and fully put away where little hands can’t reach it). address a fit about coloring books So anyway, momma needs a place to keep it, have 24-7 access to it, and no kids allowed or else momma is going to go more crazy! It took a few days to muster up the courage to suggest that we move the kids into the same room so that main-floor bedroom could be my work room instead what do you tell a 3-year-old who is having a melt down because she is coloring and says that she can’t do it? But I did it, and we did it. And now I have a giant sewing/work table with all of my stuff permanently set up!! It truly feels like address coloring meltdown again I have Atlantis waiting for me in there. Just knowing that I could dart in there and sew a seam while the kids aren’t paying attention is glorious! address coloring issues again and turn up ‘Crisis Management' playlist loud in an attempt to distract kids I used my work room today to actually make a gift for someone give up blogging again...Finishing the blog during the serenity of nap time at my new giant work table--So anyway, all of this to say that I fought for something that is solely for me, and I won it. The husband supported me (though I feared he wouldn’t for some reason). The kids are adjusting just fine to sharing a room (though I feared they wouldn’t). And I am already cranking out creative stuff!
You know what I have to fight now? Guilt. I feel like I’ve been given a gift that is way too extravagant. Why is this!? Accept the Goodness, Cheney! (I call myself by my maiden name when I need a stern talking-to) Accept it, move on, and spread it! The End.
The holy grail: Mom's work table. Yes, it is an old door that we slapped some old table legs on. It is ugly, free and marvelous!
