July 1. When did that happen? I mean, clearly, today. But wasn’t it just January? Weren’t we just shoveling snow? Well, probably… if you’re a Nebraskan, like me. But gosh, for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I’ve done with 2014.
Probably because I’ve done very little outside of my little world with my little people.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk as of late. It’s pretty typical for me to feel, about 6 months postpartum, like I’m living Groundhog’s Day. Because for us, none of our kiddos have slept through the night until well past six months. They still require bellying up to the Breastaurant every three hours of every day. And the olders, like children do, vacillate between being absolutely delightful and absolutely depleting. The babe naps about 4 times a day, with no consistency on time of naps. The olders nap for a couple of hours in the late afternoon. The babe likes to canoodle during that timeframe. We make dinner. And just like that, it’s bedtime. And so the days often seem to blend together. With one common theme… I rarely accomplish anything.
Seriously. I make lists each week… organize this, clean out that, go here, take this back, do this house project, summer bucket list blah blah blah. And then. Pretty much none of it happens. Sure, I get through the laundry. Some basic cleaning. And keep the kids alive and fed. But outside of that, we’re not earning any Gold Stars over here. And that, well, some days, that gets really stale.
But today… when I flipped open my planner {yes. I use a paper planner. I’m so 1992}, I realized it… July 1st. We’re 6 months into 2014. And so, it would seem, I have accomplished something. Per my 2014 single, and only New Year’s Resolution which I wrote about in a post titled, You Gotta Have a Goal, I have made my bed every single day. HALLELUJAH! I mean, I know that many of you have done real things with the first 6 months of this calendar year. Like had productive lives, been important to society, started new careers, grown new humans, completed degrees, bought homes, been weekend warriors, run marathons, and the like… and I’m over here like, “Hey, I feed a person from my boobs and make my bed.” It’s nothing to write home about. But it’s everything I blog about. It is the perfect illustration of this stage of my motherhood. When making my bed feels like the biggest accomplishment of my life. Because it’s something that I do, no matter how fussy the babe may be, how many fights I have to bust apart, and how much laundry has amassed. Every day. And somehow, I have to try not to compare myself to every other supermom I know and tell myself that’s enough. Then maybe, for the second part of 2014, I can resolve to get unfunktified.
I’m gonna keep on keepin’ on with the bed. I like how my day feels when I know my bed is made. I just started back to the gym {more on that later}. July is gonna be kinda crazy. And school starts for our household in less than 6 weeks. So some parts of our day are starting to get a fresh coat of paint. And before we know it, this unique phase of our lives will have come and gone. And as for New Year’s Resolutions, I’m thinking I might shoot for the stars and make 2 for 2015. Hey, you gotta have a goal.
