It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, time...since my last blog post, I mean.
I've been thinking about it for months now. I've been wishing I had more time, telling myself that I'll do it tonight instead of watching TV, or doing laundry. Having that third child has rocked my world. Rocked. My. World. Bravo, to all you moms who juggle four, five, six, etc. I bow before you, like Wayne and Garth, and say..."We're not worthy, We're not worthy, We're not worthy, We suck!" (Only us kids who grew up in the 80's/90's will get that one).
Anyway, about 11 months ago, I "grounded" myself from blogging. I did this because I simply cannot do everything. CAN-NOT. I am NOT every woman. It's NOT all in me. Anything, you want done, baby. I do NOT do it, naturally. (Again, I'm dating myself). Anyway, it's been a struggle for me. I can't juggle it all-kids, laundry, carpooling, cleaning house, grocery shopping, meal-planning, breast-feeding, cooking, organizer, home-renovator,....there's summer Pinterest activities with the kids during the day, 'sex-kitten' to my husband at night (Sorry, dad), bible study, working the church nursery every Sunday morning, making a meal for the person who recently had a baby...or a surgery...or moved. At the end of the day, I felt like a failure. I had good intentions, but I'm only one person, and at some point, I've got to make myself believe that Martha Stewart has an entire entourage of staff who clean her house, and create that amazing garden, and label everything with a label-maker, get the permanent marker stain off her favorite shirt using only "green and organic" solutions that she makes herself, polish silverware, do yoga and "juice", cooks the best roasted leg of lamb, and hand makes origami place cards for the Thanksgiving table.
I couldn't keep up with it all, and something had to go...so naturally, I punished myself and took away the two things I enjoy most: working out, and writing. Okay, maybe not the the working out. I mean, I didn't take it away.....as in,...I don't...workout, that is. I haven't since 2011, maybe 2010, I can't remember, and that's the honest truth. But, I sacrificed the thing I did for me. Blogging became something that I told myself I could make time for again, when I got the swing of balancing things better.
But...over these last few months, you know what? I haven't really made any drastic improvements in managing it well. It's still a struggle for me...and, that feels like death to a "Type-A" personality, but I really don't see things getting easier any time soon. My life is not going to slow down in the near future. Actually, until the boys go off to college, it's only going to get crazier, and more stressful, and more balls will be thrown at me to juggle (That sounds dirty... sorry, I live with four guys, and a male dog. Naturally, there's a lot of "ball" humor at my house.)
So, I've decided, that once again, my idea of a "good" mother/wife, will have to change. It will have to include something for me. I don't want my children to one day leave my nest, and find myself wondering, "Who am I? Who are you, Steph? What are you about? What are your dreams and ambitions? What do you enjoy?"
So, since I've added blogging back onto my list of what's important, I guess something I'll have to sacrifice something else...like perfection.