I Am Mommy
Sooo, here I am again, blogging after not blogging. What is it going to take for me to get on a schedule?! I am constantly thinking of things to blog about. I could write about something, anything, every. single. day. But I don’t. What gives?
Well, you see, I am a Mom. No, wait, scratch that. I am a Mommy. I eat, sleep, and breathe Motherhood. I have no time for myself, and I’m okay with that. On any given day, I can be seen nursing a little baby for many hours, cleaning poop, poop, and more poop from little bums, brushing little teeth in little mouths, getting little bodies dressed, changed, then dressed again, reading stories upon stories to little listening ears, taking little walks among little legs, cutting little pieces of fruits and vegetables into littler pieces, cleaning little faces after eating little meals, playing little instruments to little pieces of music. I dance with little dancers, play with little imaginations. I create with little, fabulous minds & enrich little, wonderful lives. I love my little job. My little life.
Writing is most definitely something I do when I have time to myself. There, I just answered my own question. I simply don’t have any time.
…which explains why I barely cook a full meal each night for dinner (sometimes not at all), rarely knit anymore, never play piano, and sometimes just forget to brush my own darn teeth! What else would I rather be doing? Nothing. Nothing at all has ever been better, more important or, frankly, more fulfilling than this. So why shouldn’t I blog on a strict schedule as I set out to do from the beginning? Ah, yes, Motherhood. That’s it!!
See you when I see you…