I wasn’t ready for real life. I had this idea in my head of what being a stay at home mom would be like. I imagined playing with my kids. The house being relatively tidy. Having more time and energy to spend with my husband in the evenings because all the chores and errands were finished during the day.

But here I am. Two children, a toddler and a kindergartener. We do some light homeschooling, but mostly my life is spend doing damage control. Cleaning up messes, making repairs, breaking up fights. The work is rarely, if ever done by the time my husband gets home. Evenings are spent catching up on laundry, vacuuming and dishes.  My husband and I constantly lament all the things we used to enjoy doing that we just don’t have time for anymore. Fun but mindless activities like PC Gaming. (I’ve been seriously craving The Sims and Civilization this week). Reading. I have been reading again, but mostly I have a stack of books to read that never seems to shrink. I do still knit, but not as much as I’d like. I’m trying to slowly teach myself to sew. It’s been a multi-year process that is still going at a snail’s pace. Then there are the creative activities. I miss collaging. It found it soothing and very fun. But I haven’t done it since we lived in this house, so seven years or more. I don’t have the space to lay out large projects because my kids will get into them.

My husband’s 31 Day series is covering all of the activities that he loves and misses. I can’t even quite begin to list mine. It’s hard to let go of things that I used to enjoy. If I haven’t done something in 10+ years is it still part of who I am?


Day 16: My 500th Blog Post


Day 1
Let’s Move

Day 2
View: My Life as a Landscape

Day 3
He Makes All Things New

Day 4
Learning to Fly

Day 5
Not Stuck

Day 6
He Knows Me

Day 7
Go, But Stay

Day 8
Say Mama

Day 9
Join Me

Day 10

Day 11
Teach Me Your Ways

Day 12

Day 13
Holy Work

Day 14

Day 15
Real Life