I have dreams, lots of dreams, I am a
goal setter through and through. There was a day in which I wanted to do things such as: qualify and run the Boston Marathon (I now am MORE than content running half marathons and finishing solidly midpack), hike the entire Appalachian trail, backpack through South Africa, get a doctorate degree amidst lots and lots of other things. It isn't that I have given up on my dreams, they are just always in transition- always changing and morphing into something else - currently - my dreams include sleeping through the night, getting a shower, and having a clean house.
This week's real mom confessions all fall around superwoman.
Several things happened:
- I got dessert made for a church potluck WHILE Lucy was awake. Okay seriously this doesn't seem like that big of a thing while I am typing it however, IT SERIOUSLY felt like I had just climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. #victory - now that she is moving around it seems like I some how get even less done than ever before because now instead of being able to lay her on the blanket where she would happily remain until I took her off said blanket - she is all over - into everything and anything
- At one point last week the ONLY DIRTY CLOTHES in my house were the ones on our bodies - I didn't even know that was humanly possible. Granted Lucy was happily entertained playing in the sorted laundry and we ate cereal for dinner that night - but the laundry was done (note: I am mentioning nothing about getting it put away)
- 3 times this past week I managed to get up and out of bed thirty minutes prior to Lucy - usually when I attempt this she some how has psychic abilities and magically gets up ten minutes before my alarm goes off no matter what time it is set for - I love those moments when my house is still quiet - I get drink a cup of coffee by myself, read a bit, and even pack lunches without cheerios being flung in my sandwich or salad for the day - three times this past week I was up before her, had coffee, took a shower, read, ate breakfast, and got both my and my husbands lunch made and without a kid on my hip I had ZERO cheerios in our food (usually Lucy successfully launches cheerios into our food as I am attempting to keep her occupied - as I make lunch - bounce her on a hip - stuff her with cheerios to keep her happy - who knows what else)
- Daycare closed early this week and I had a ton of work to do so I brought Lucy to work with me, which is getting more and more difficult with her moving around now and sleeping less than her newborn days - anyways - I got Lucy to church and put her in the baby carrier (it was nap time for Pete's sake) and I made AT LEAST a dozen laps around the church in attempts to get her to sleep - attempting to avoid the narthex as that makes the perfect place to scream and it echoes, and she eventually fell asleep - for the next two hours she successfully slept on my chest while I got a TON done - which means I didn't stay up late working - sleep is sacred!
I continue to dream and hope - I also continue to learn and grow as to what it means to be raising a small child. I today, laugh at these victories, and rejoice in them at the same time. NEVER in my wildest imagination did I think that these things would be worth celebrating.
What things do you dream about?