I am on day three of snow days this week, and another coming tomorrow. I haven't left my house in three full days. I am beginning to believe that no one knows any other words than "mama" at varying levels of volume. Although I may be closer and closer to starting to drink wine at noon, there are some activities that I have been doing with my boys that have helped beat some winter blues.
I'm learning that happiness is all about perspective. Grass isn't greener on the other side - it is greener where you water it. So yes, my kitchen is a mess, I would highly suggest not eating the food that falls on my floors, and there is so much laundry to be done. But my boys are happy and I am spending every moment I can watching and helping them grow.
I have a new least favorite word. You may be thinking that you have probably never given thought to your least, or even most favorite word, however I work with elementary students. My job has allowed me to be able to spend time to think of my least and most favorite in a variety of categories, often needing my second and third most favorite as well. Regardless, my new least favorite word is: nope.
I rarely had anyone make comments on my weight prior to being pregnant. Why is it suddenly okay to make comments now that I was? I am no less self-conscious about my changing body now that I am pregnant and I know I am going to be growing, but I still do not welcome comments about my weight.
Today, 5 months pregnant and counting, I am beginning to get excited about the upcoming arrival of our little squish. I'm looking for the positives, enjoying the moments I have right now with my son while he is my only son, and dreaming of how awesome of a big brother he is going to be.
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