I'm waiting for the laundry to finish its cycle as I write this. The morning isn't even half done yet and there is already a myriad of chores and hours of copywriting work looming ahead of me on top of being the primary caretaker of my little family.
I'm strong but I'm tired. Bone tired. Like I've always been every day this year.
Don't get me wrong. I love where I'm currently at and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in this world. But there are days when I crave for some peace and quiet. What I wouldn't do for a day of someone else doing all the chores and the work for me. If there's one thing I miss about my pre-husband, pre-baby life, it's lying in bed all afternoon, just reading a book. Now, getting past a book chapter is a colossal challenge.
So many things have changed in so little time. They're little changes but monumental at the same time.
I look back at this old blog, see the old posts, read into the thoughts of the old me and realize I'm not the same person anymore. And it's not just about having new responsibilities. It's my tolerance for things, my priorities, my dreams, they're all different now.
"Old days aren't better because they're younger days". I realize that now. I used to think the best days are the younger days. But despite the fact that my back is almost always aching and I'm almost always stressing over deadlines, I still think these are the best days of my life.
There are at least a dozen things that I need to do right now, I shouldn't be blogging, really, but I'm grateful for this little bit of reprieve. Blogging is therapy. lol.
And I also feel like sharing these photos, which we took last saturday. I'm wearing the latest dress I made from a fabric with adorable fireflies all over it.
Some things never change. I still love midi dresses. I still love the fit and flare silhouette. And I still love whimsical prints.
I'm probably also going to make some changes with this blog. I'll talk about my newfound love for sewing, the crafts I've been making, all the baby dresses and rompers that I've been slaving over and just pretty much anything that involves my life.
One of the things that make me happy is learning sewing. I've always wanted to do that. It took having a baby to finally take the plunge, buy a good sewing machine and start making stuff. I wonder why I didn't do it sooner. It's a lesson I'll have to remember from hereon out.
I hear the washing machine beeping. I'll go back to my laundry feeling less tired because of this here tiny reprieve.