This Monday morning I’m dreaming about solitude. This is how I know Rhett’s arrival is close. Somehow it feels natural to me to retreat here in the end. I am so ready to meet this child. Regardless of the state of my home, what’s left undone, my heart is ready. I imagine a calmness like this view of the shore, taking a moment of deep breathing, eyes closed, and the sound of nothing but a breeze. As I prepare to become more Mother and more family, I still hold onto my own thoughts, what makes up the fibers of what makes me, me. I feel a re-centering, a moment of clarity.
I’ll take it.
Happy Monday everyone!
Image via Patti Anton
Yesterday I didn’t sit down and relax for 10 hours. Today I am 100% spent. This is all I want to do. One more month and we will officially be on full-time Rhett watch. I cannot wait to meet my little man, but I sure do hope I can fit in a book it two and a coffe or fifty before then.
Have a great Monday everyone!
*pic via buzzfeed
Oh why am I out of room for dressers in my house!? I’m in love with this piece. It would be KILLER painted glossy navy or white. Amazing as a buffet in the dining room, in a guest room, or tucked behind a sofa for storage in the living room- this is a serious steal at only $60! The mirror is like an extra fun bonus- it can be separated and hung anywhere once you remove the hardware from the back. Click the pic to see the listing!!
Today is my Friday! We are headed to St. Louis tomorrow to celebrate family-style for my love’s 30th birthday!
My Swaying Palms fabric has finally arrived! Aurelia’s new room is going to be so chic, maybe a little swanky for a tiny girl, but I love that. In my mind it makes the most sense to create spaces which will grow and adapt so that they can be repurposed. The color scheme is different, but will easily grow with her into a little girl’s room too. The pink seersucker fabric is going to serve as a new crib skirt as long as she stays in her crib. I have plenty to make throw pillows when she does transition to a big girl bed one day. The green looks so amazing up next to the lavender walls. We still have a lot of decorating to do in there, and I’m looking at the calendar like uhhhh…. Here’s the short list of Mama projects…
Aurelia’s drapes and new crib skirt
Rhett’s drapes, crib skirt and lumbar pillow cover
And the ever-elusive kitchen drapes
Trim in both babies’ rooms
Rhett’s walls and bookshelves
The rest of the BEIGE
I have so much to catch you guys up on- hang in there with me- I’m on the last sprint to knock this stuff out!
Look at this little hard worker. Aurelia is following right along in Mommy’s footsteps by getting into the tools and learning early what a work day means. She spent most of the day throwing mulch everywhere, but was fascinated with “making it level!” “paint-painting her board” and “picking up pieces” of wood to give her Papaw (which sometimes sounds like Paw-paw, so we aren’t sure which one she’ll pick yet).
It’s so important to me for her to learn that we work alongside one another as a family. We spent Saturday and all the way into the night Sunday working hard making our house a home. I’ve talked about hard work before, but it’s more than that. It’s connecting and having an experience together with results you can actually see. I’m amazed at my daughter’s ability to understand what we’re doing, and mimicking it exactly… I should probably remember that in other situations…. But it’s true: she is a sponge. She is so proud to be a part of what we’re doing as a family. We let her help, and encourage her to do everything we do, albeit maybe without actual paint on her new paintbrush. She brings it to me for “more paint!” And I am so proud of her. Projects are harder now, and they take longer, but she is already such a great helper.
My first born. If nothing else, remember you are capable. You have strength. You have a sharp mind, and you will go far. As long as I’m living I will tell you this: you can do this. We will always show up to help you. We will always be doers and workers, and I hope somehow pictures like these will help me remember what true happiness looks like. You’ve taught me a lifetime’s worth of lessons already with your determination. I pray God sees fit to let me live out this life so that I can watch you grow and succeed. I will always be there. In every crowd, in every project, with every new skill and adventure, when you look for me with pride in your eyes for what you’ve achieved, I will be there.
We’re all friends here, right? I share some interesting musings from time to time, right? I tell little stories here and there, make you laugh, maybe touch a nerve with people sometimes. Today I’m in a spiral. A mad, hair-raised, probably-could- use-a-straight-jacket funk. Speaking of straight jackets, when you think of someone in a straight jacket, do you really think it helped to calm them down? Brilliant. Let’s make them hug it out with themselves. I sort of think if I was ever actually in a straight jacket I might rip my own arms from their sockets to get the ____ out of there. It would undoubtedly make me crazier. Anyway, I am in the middle of a giant, classic sneaky hate spiral. (Please click the picture for the full explanation via Hyperbole and a Half).
This sneaky hate spiral phenomenon is both maddening and sometimes horribly debilitating when trying to function in the normal world because you can see it coming, but you are powerless to stop it. And perhaps even more so when it is compounded by this little person growing inside of me. Do I hate when pregnant women blame every single thing on being pregnant? Yes. But this? This sneaky, slow build is insane, but coupled with this swing from bliss to rage is more than a bit challenging. (sidebar, I deal with this on a regular basis, albeit a smaller scale, when I’m not with child. It is my understanding that this is regularly referred to as a “short fuse.” Boom goes the dynamite). It is best if you do not try to help me. I may turn on you via Walking Dead.
I caught a minute of Eat Pray Love on tv on Saturday night when Elizabeth was on the Bali leg of her year-long jaunt across the globe. Richard from Texas was giving her the what-for about selecting her own thoughts and controlling her mind. Since there are entire facilities an entire world away entirely dedicated to this practice, there must be some truth to it. But I ain’t buyin. Be careful on the advice that I should select my thoughts. Oh you mean THESE THOUGHTS!? To build an analogy, let’s say our thoughts are actual things that we can throw. I would like to think I could select brightly painted canvases, flower petals and rainbows. Or cotton balls. But right now if I selected some of these thoughts, we’d both end up covered in poop, or maybe in a coma.
I have nothing specific even worth complaining about. There are actually lots of happy things I could focus on today. But then I found out that someone stole my stapler. And we are out of coffee creamer.
From the dark side,
I’m obsessed with the candle I purchased at Target this past weekend. At 10:00 pm on Saturday night to be exact. Alone time at its’ finest. I had two uninterrupted hours of solitary meandering and it was glorious. I was tired when I got home, but it was worth it.
Who knew Ginger Sweet Tea would make the best summer scent ever? I’ve been lighting it as soon as I get home from work. I don’t even really consider myself a candle person, but man. I’m a believer!
These guys are on sale now for &9.99!
I hope everyone has had a great Monday. See you tomorrow bright and early!