--Henry David Thoreau
First, please excuse my inability to keep this blog current. I'm working on it, I promise. Hence, the reason for the blog. I have come to realization that I need to simplify my life. I know that having children makes that virtually impossible, but I can do better. I can not take on all that I do. When my husband graduates with his bachelor's in May, a "Change is Gon' Come." He won't be as busy, so therefore maybe I won't. I can't wait for that day to arrive when we can sit at the table and all eat dinner together, rather than on the run to one event or the other, or the kids are eating at the table(after I've made dinner) while I'm unloading and loading the dishwasher/doing laundry/picking up junk/making phone calls/getting stuff ready for the next day/helping Ryan with homework, etc. The stress of doing all of this, along with the bathing, feeding, reading to, changing, disciplining, and loving on Ava while my husband is at school or doing homework is enough to to do three things: 1) make you count your blessings for two healthy children, 2) make you go crazy, and 3)make you EAT. And eat. And eat.
At least that's how I deal with my stress. That and I get snippy at my husband, which he doesn't deserve. I wholeheartedly and sincerely accepted the additional burden of the kids/house/dinner-making/homework/etc. so that he could go back to school.
Keep in mind that we both work 40+ hour full-time jobs, AND I am a Thirty-One consultant. (Which my husband says I can't complain about how tired I am from that because that is optional. I beg to differ. Thirty-One has blessed my life in so many way, there's no way God brought Kia Young and Thirty-One into my life for it to be optional. Just sayin'.)
However, I need to cut back. I need to learn how to say "no" and not feel guilty about it. I can't go to every party, every get-together, every dinner, every play date for my kids. Ryan can't play every sport known to man, much less two in the same season. It's killing me softly. (Shout out, Lauryn Hill.)
I remember the days of my childhood being locked OUTSIDE during the day (yes, really) and I had a BLAST. We didn't always have somewhere to go, somewhere to be, something to do. We had each other, and we were appreciative (as much as kids can be) for what we had, and who we were with. That is lacking in the world today.
To bring my point back around, I know what I want my end result to be: a healthier, happier me, as well as a happier, more well-adjusted, NOT AS CRAZYBUSY family.
Back to basics. Now, how to get there...
