I’ve had such a busy summer! For most of it I’ve had at least three kids at my house a day. Now that school is back in I’ve gotten back to just my little man and I. He’s grown so much and is into everything. Just this last week he has started walking more and more. It’s harvest again and I’m gonna miss being in the action again but maybe next year Caleb will be big enough to go to work with his daddy.
It’s an odd feeling for me to drive down the road where I lived for almost 16 years, until I got married. Two years ago it was the only home I could imagine and now it seems a dim memory. Some of the road is the same; the fields are planted, there is still some old rusty junk in the woods that are left, the turkey farm still smells, and the houses are all still there. I remember getting stuck when it had rained hard one day, it’s just an old dirt road. Not very different than where I live now. I traded one middle of the now where home for another. I live in the same town I always have. I’m the one that’s different, these two years have changed me. Now when I drive down that road I smile at the baby trying to talk in my back seat. Before I was mainly a passenger when I drove down that road more than likely in the back seat. My worried were grades, gossip, and boyfriend drama. Now my worried vary between how we are going to get the bills changed to who can
my husband we trust to watch our little one. The past two years has changed me more than any other.
There is nothing I love hearing more than my sons squeals of delight. He’s learned to sit up all by himself, and how to walk holding onto our hands. Of course no one does it as good as Daddy!
My life seems filled with projects these days. One of my very good friends is getting married in a couple of weeks and many of the projects are for her. I have my own projects I’ve started and may never get into. I learned how to crochet but may never do it again because I lack the time. My scrapbooks are the only thing that does get done. This blog was kinda a project but ever since our computer broke its been hard to write. Getting the house clean, dishes done, laundry done, ect. are the huge projects in my life and they too seem like they’ll never be done. My now 7 month old loves to be played with and have attention and its hard to resist those little arms reaching for me. He’s growing so so fast. Well today’s another day I’m sure maybe I’ll accomplish something.
Yes I am a stay at home mom and the question I get the most is “don’t you get really bored?” Honestly, sometimes yes but with a 5 month old it’s not that often. At least twice a week I keep two other children who are three and four This summer I’ll also have two 8 year old girls at least twice a week (hopefully more). My husbands mother always stayed at home and that’s what he really wanted for me. There are 7 days in a week, Sundays are for church and lately spending time with our good friends who are getting ready to marry.
Monday thru Friday I have a general schedule. There are days when taking care of the baby is a full time job not to mention the cleaning and laundry.. One day, normally Wednesday I will spend the day with my Grandmother as she enjoys the company. Groceries take up part of another and recently I’ve been making a weekly trip to the library because when I have time I’m an avid reader.
The farm is getting busy right now, they have just finished spreading fertilizer, and now all the rest of the preparations for planting have to be made. This includes spraying which is easily my husbands favorite job. Apparently he likes the challenge of driving something that, when the booms are down its about 100 feet. This means that once again I have Saturdays without him for a little while. Now Saturdays are a different story and for some reason I get a lot more bored on that day than any other if he is working.
The only career I would have been interested in is Childcare and well I am already doing that. Well that and writing and heck I can still do that. Writing used to come naturally to me and I have stories that I wrote from when I was 9 and 10 all about unicorns and things of that nature. It used to be my dream to be a published author. Now if I write its for fun though maybe one day I’ll get more serious it would take a lot more time than the baby allows me. I’m happy with how my life is turning out and in the end that’s all that matters.