Today, I Had Thirty Minutes

We are settling into the slower pace that summertime brings--sleeping in a little longer, schlepping beach towels & pool toys to the local aquatic center, eating pancake & bacon breakfasts late morning-- Jett's new favorite food is bacon & I simply cannot keep enough of it in the house..or off my thighs.

I love a summertime schedule. The kids are more energetic. I'm more relaxed. I'm breathing deeper. I'm daydreaming of house projects. I'm slowly inching back into things that mean a lot to me...like entertaining friends in my home on Friday nights & sitting down at my craft room table jotting down measurements for upcoming sewing projects. It feels good to have a break from some of the chaos of the last several months, to come up for air from the school schedules & morning sickness & that long, hard Kansas winter that always seems to get the best of me.

Our family is in a busy season of life. With a four year old, a two year old, & a baby on the way, life is more crazy busy than I have ever known it to be. Sometimes it's the good crazy, where I take a look around at my noisy, far from spotless home, the two rowdy kids I get to tuck in every night, the never-ending grocery list sitting on my kitchen counter, the cycle of laundry that just.will.never.quit. & I can smile because it's a fullness of life I know is a privilege. And sometimes it's a bad crazy, where the schedules & life decisions & weight of being a momma & wife wear me down & I feel like if I'm pulled in one more direction, I just may scream. Sometimes I do just that. Sometimes I call up my husband at work & cry over the phone. Sometimes I snap at the kids in a hateful tone. But usually what happens when life is moving ahead full throttle & I don't see a break in speed in the near future, I tend to set aside all of the things that fill up my cup & bring new energy to my soul. Spending a couple hours crafting, reading a good book while soaking in a bubble filled tub, meeting up with good friends for dinner & staying in the restaurant until the crowd thins & we're the only ones left in the place--all those things get set on a shelf & I keep my nose to the grind until a break comes along.

 I can't tell you that I'm back to blogging for good. For all I know, life could throw a curve ball & this may be the only post you see from me for another eight months. I sure hope not. Because I truly love the art of writing. I love to document our happenings here, to go back & thumb through old posts, seeing how much I would have forgotten had I not jotted it all down. It is a hobby I have come to love & I miss it when I'm away. I know I'm ultimately missing out on the memories of our lives when I take a sabbatical from this happenings of our home place. But I have also come to accept that life ebbs & flows & sometimes I've got the time & energy for things I love & sometimes I just don't--plain & simple.

Today, a break came along...& I had thirty minutes.  To the tune of the rat a tat tat of this keyboard, I filled up my cup.

I hope to fill up again soon. :)