The idea of January was refreshing, and I was ready to run at it head first. But then as January ticked by, our life started back up in full swing with a lot of newness added to our plates.
My husband started a new job working night shifts and is taking classes a couple days a week. My job is especially busy this time of year, and working outside the home is both great and hard (and I just wish I could do laundry from my desk). It seems like most days, we are all just passing right by each other, so we've had to be extra intentional if we want to spend quality time together as a family of three - not just me and him, me and Liam, or him and Liam. Three.
And have I mentioned that I'm bone-tired trying to juggle it all?
(Newsflash to self: I can't do it all.)
I've felt a sense of guilt that this blog has been lacking this month, but the guilt doesn't help anything. I don't want to write just to write and fill the void of a blank page. And most nights, after I wrangle the busy boy to bed and I go settle into the living room by myself, I just need to breathe in the quiet and the empty space, as opposed to trying to fill it with everything that could get done.
So I've resorted to giving myself a lot, a lot, a lot of grace.
And I'm hopefully starting fresh for real in February.