so they say. November has had more than its share of ups and downs. My brother in law visits, we are broke. The Giants win the world series, We are broke again. My birthday, broke again. I guess i should say broke still. Emergency root canal, sharing sickness for a week. It's been a tough month. that's why I haven't posted you could say. I had good intentions...
But I've been thinking about good intentions lately. I wanted to write this blog as an outlet for the thinking side of being a mom, seeing as my darling D can't tell me what a great job I'm doing. It was also supposed to be a way to actively share other sides of my person-hood then the one who changes diapers and makes baby cereal. But my not posting means letting go of that. In some ways it's good to let go - of the guilty side. But in other ways it means putting my goals last again - the thing I wasn't going to do as a mom. I have intentions to finish folding that laundry. To go to that yoga class. To meet with friends more. To be with my husband more in meaningful ways. To find a good way to transfer Darwin to his crib. To have a few moments by myself!
Good intentions aren't enough. Plans are a stronger step, but they still aren't doing. How do I get from wanting my life to be different to making it be different? It's been such a whirlwind since the baby was born, more than I could have ever known, but how do I land this house and get my feet under me? The questions are a start, I guess...
