The hardest part of jumping back into blogging is doing just that…jumping.
Honestly, these days when I jump I piss myself. #thanksDexter
We’re sneaking past the tiny baby stage with Atlas and I’m finding myself with a little more time on my hands. I’ve already cleaned and re-organized our entire house (shout out to Marie Kondo) except for the kids’ rooms and our closet but I’m not a brave enough woman to get to those yet. All in due time.
I want to do something for myself, because that’s been hard the last few years. See, when you have 3 kids in 3.5 years you quickly go from being your own person to just being Mom. Which is fine. I own this role. I’m not great at it, but I do own it. ha! My life is preparing food that won’t get eaten, squeezing into high-waisted jeans, shouting “You’re fine, shake it off” every three minutes, and cleaning up poop.
So much goddamn poop.
So here we are, and I’ve vowed to at least blog once a week, even if it’s something as simple as a quick journal entry. (Sorry though, no “dear diary” shit here. It’s pretty much just lyrics I currently love.) It’s something for me, even if I’m struggling with where to start.
Here’s a picture of my most normal child to kick things off again. Cheers.