Let's get ready to ramblllllllle!
Ok, moving on.
Yesterday's weekend photos were light hearted and I've got a fun giveaway lined up for tomorrow, so I thought I'd mindlessly ramble at you today. It just seemed to make sense. I'm talking about balance. It's a universal struggle I'm sure, especially for parents.
Balance is something I've been thinking about a lot lately. How to balance the needs of a busy toddler, a growing business, personal interests, and making time for Ryan and me. My first step so far has been coffee.
Walks to clear my head help.
Especially when they involve coffee.
In all seriousness, I'm trying to work out how to keep everything feeling balanced, not get overwhelmed, and feel like I'm checking all the boxes that need to get checked at home, with hubby, with WC, and with the babe.
I really find that walks with Olivia help. Getting outside does us both so much good and I feel like she naps better after which gives me time to get work done. Not to mention I can sit down to work with a clear head.
My priority is always our family, but I often feel like there are times I drop the ball.
"Am I teaching her all the things I'm supposed to be?".
"Am I a slacker wife because we're eating Subway for dinner again?".
"She just dragged her syrup covered plate through her hair....can I get a way with just rubbing a baby wipe over it?"
As far as figuring out how to fit more hours in the day, I'm still working on that. Until then, I'm making sure I stop and tell myself to chill out, that it's just headbands, it's ok if she runs around naked 75% of the day, and that I don't know a lot of people here yet so it's fine if I go to the grocery store in my sweatpants with all my adolescent acne (seriously, skin?!) exposed for all the world to see.
We're making it a point to get a babysitter at least every two weeks so we can have a date, I'm going to bed at a reasonable hour (most of the time), and I'm trying not to worry too much about Olivia's complete disinterest in using words.
Date night, good for the soul, bad for the waistline.
Then I stop to tell myself that I'm a weenie. I have one kid, just one. It will all be fine. Although if one. more. stranger. tells me to get cracking on baby number 2, I might roll my eyes so hard they get lost in my skull.
So that's where I'm at. Don't leave me alone on Mom Island - tell me you worry about this stuff too? Even better, tell me how you find balance, I'm all ears.