I have so many things that I want to talk about…to blog about.
I want to tell you all that Noah started Preschool on Monday. And I want to go into detail about how I’m feeling about having my biggest baby gone three days a week. How my heart is breaking the tiniest bit because he’s so grown up…but how I’m still secretly happy to have the few hours of alone time with my littlest. And how that is making me feel guilty.
I want to talk about how, even though I love breastfeeding the littlest, it feels a bit lonely sometimes. A bit isolating.
I want to talk about how utterly overwhelmed I feel most days. Between the baby and the laundry and the cleaning and the responsibilities of running a business and entertaining a toddler. It’s a thousand wonders my head hasn’t started spinning around in circles.
I want to talk more about my word of the year and some of the things in my life that I’m working on letting go of. Things that happened in the past that still hold me back. Things that I let hinder me.
I want to talk about all of the things that I am not and why it’s okay. Why it’s perfectly acceptable that I am not the perfect wife and mother and friend. (Because it is, you know…okay not to be perfect, that is.)
But right now I can’t.
There’s a baby needing to be fed, a preschooler who needs a snack and a mountain of laundry that really needs to be put away.
Who am I kidding?
The laundry can wait…