Learning by Momosis

I’m sitting here in bed at 1:30 am with Roo on my right, Bear on my left, and Hubby in Isaac’s twin bed down the hall. It’s what works best for us right now. Thank God for backlit keyboards!

Actually, just as I was beginning to type, Roo woke up, sat up, gave me a big grin and then rested his head on side and went back to sleep. Typing is a bit tricky at the moment. I can’t let that stop me, though, because after a 3-month hiatus I’m back and ready to write.

There are some different reasons for the recent break, although I never intended it to be this long. I’m happy to say I haven’t spent the time beating myself up about not writing, either. There were some practical things I needed to focus on, and it’s good to have a bunch of that stuff behind me.

But there was something more than that. It was time for me to find my rhythym, for us to find our rhythym, to simply roll through the days without analyzing the heck out of it. It was time to circle the wagons, deal with some issues, and have as many fun campfires as possible in the process. We dropped preschool in January and made the big change in sleep arrangements a few months later. Those changes felt good, and it was time to see how everything was going to fall into place.

Not that anything felt in place today. Today was a cranky day where every attempt to turn the corner just fell apart every couple of minutes. Ugh. But overall, what a difference a year makes. It was a little over a year ago that I wrote my first blog entry. Woohoo, first blog anniversary and all that.

I’ll leave you with a little poem I wrote and posted one year ago today.

Being A Mom is
like Going To Prom;
it can never
live up to the hype.

But unlike the dance,
there’s no romance
in saying we’ve
been up all night.

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See you again soon. Thanks for reading. -Naomi