WayfaringStrangers

Summertime...you are lovely and tiring and warm. Yesterday was the first official day of summer, but it's been warm and the kids have been out of school for a month now, so it feels familiar at this point. Today the air is humid and the sky looks like it might host one of those wonderful summer thunderstorms. I took the 3 boys for a walk in the woods this morning and it was perfect: that earthy woods smell was strong and we all breathed it all in. And then we got eaten by mosquitoes. The sun has been going down late and up early with the summer solstice and so the kids seem to go to bed later and wake up too early. That, on top of their relentless energy , million demands (not that every demand is always met), and a baby that is up at night nursing, is why my blog has been quiet. Writing is hard right now, as is showering, exercising, and sometimes eating. I do tend to prioritize eating though. Basically any alone time I have is very limited and I'm stretched thin. What hav...

There once was a me, who wanted to be a mother, deep down in my soul. So I found me a man and in a few years we planned to begin our parenting role. Three boys in 5 years, full of joy (and some tears) mean my house is never neat. But that doesn't matter, except when there's splatter of pee on the toilet seat. Now let me be clear, I'm happy to cheer about the joy of motherhood. They're gifts from above and there's plenty of love. The days are hard, but I know they're good. Amidst baseballs and sand, with coffee in hand, I navigate through the long day. Many times they go pee and I don't want to see, "Don't make a mess on the seat!" I say. But at the end of the day, when boys have been put away, and I think I won't have to repeat... I usually find-and then lose my mind- that there's pee on the toilet seat.