So this is my first post...ever...I wanted to start blogging when my son was born so that I could keep my family and friends up to date with Elijah...and well now 16.5 months later I am finally getting it started. And that is a perfect way to start out with....that is exactly how I am...about 16.5 minutes/hours/days/weeks, etc. behind. I am the world's worst procrastinator!!! It totally sucks, I don't want to be that way...I really try to change, but I come by it naturally. Ugh. Kyle and I both are....I don't want Elijah to be.
So Monday is a new week and now I'm blogging. I'm turning over a new leaf and become a better wife, mother, housewife, embroideress and thirty-one consultant. So this morning when I woke up in the manner that I do most mornings...my 16.5 month old son beating on my bedroom door (that is shut because my hubby aka "daddy" gets up EVERY morning with our son and lets me sleep until at least 8, LOVE him for that) yelling Mommy....then once daddy opens the door (he's not tall enough to reach the handles) he climbs up onto my bed and proceeds to bop me on the head and yell in my face until I get up....or at least turn on disney for him until we go get coffee. as annoying as that wake up call may seem....I LOVE it! I will miss it when my baby no longer wakes me up like that...no longer yells at Mommy at a closed door...I want him to always want me to get up with him! I am so lucky that i get to stay at home with him and I never want to miss any moment that there may be. thank you so much Kyle for the gift of staying home with him. I love you more than you will ever know for giving that to me. NOTE: good relationship advice- when you really appreciate something the other does for you, tell them thank you and why you are thankful. everyone likes to hear when they make someone they love happy:).
So here it is, 10 at night of day 1 on my new turnover. 2 recipes down. 1 load of laundry started with wet shirts still to be hung. 1 baby sleeping. Dallas Cowboys playing....and while I'm writing this post I'm thinking "Am I any good at this housewife thing???"..... My answer: Even though my mornings move slow and my laundry skills are nothing like my mothers, I LOVE being a housewife. I love waking up and getting coffee with my son on my hip, thinking about what we are going to do today. I love going outside and drinking coffee while he plays in the yard in the sun or in his sandbox. I love that on Mondays daddy has office days and is at home more than any other day with us. I love starting laundry with hopes that I am going to do at least two whole loads today. I love cooking/ baking with an apron on. its so old school and reminds me of my grandmother "MeeMaw" whom I miss every day. even though the recipes didn't turn out the way I had hoped, I loved trying them and they will be be better then next time. I loved it when Kyle told me he was so proud of me for finding and trying new recipes. it makes me want to do it more for him. i love making him proud i love doing bath time even though we are both tired. I love rocking and bed time and telling Elijah how much I love him. even though there are parts of being a housewife I'm not great at...so I'm the perfect candidate for a housekeeper...there are parts that I am good at and love. I am eternally grateful to my husband kyle for making this life possible for my son and me. I didn't know that I would someday be here, but I love it, every moment of it and I'm eternally grateful for all my blessings! and tomorrow hopefully I will be better.
Until next time, sweet dreams.
xo,
amanda
