Goodness. Look at this kid. THIS KID. No more baby. Well, very little. Time is so rough on a mother isn't it? We never have enough of it and it slips by so quickly like water through our fingertips.
I haven't been doing a lot of writing lately. Not WRITING writing. The kind where I don't have an assignment or an agenda or a deadline. I have so little time lately. It feels like I can't catch up or give one single thing the attention it deserves.
Especially Hendrix. I'm making a conscience effort to pick days where I turn off. No Internet and just my boy. My house is in a constant state of mess and I really couldn't care less. I'd rather roll around on the ground with Hendrix laughing hysterically than do dishes while he whines at me feet. I know this stage will pass. The stage where I can't get anything done. Eventually it will roll into a stage where he runs to his room, slams the door, turns the music up. No longer will he want my undivided attention. I have to remind myself daily to put down the sponge and pick up the babe.
I have a crazy weekend. I piled way too much on top of an already giant mountain. I refuse to let my looming to do list foil my plans for good family time.
My to do list:
Movie night with the fam.
Make s'mores with my step son.
Family game of hide and seek.
TWO WORDS...Pokemon Monopoly!
Bubbles with the baby.
Take Henry on a bike ride around the neighborhood.
All the other crap.
Love these lil feet.
Good plan, no?