I finally finished off the last crochet project I was working on and have only one work in progress craft...the felt name banner for Harry, which I still haven't finished it off. I'm itching to craft, to sew and crochet and see what wonderful little things I can make. But.
I feel like I'm failing. Not at crafting. At everything I guess. My house is a disaster. I don't want to start crafting while it's in the state it is, because that will just add more mess. Being a mom is definitely keeping me on my toes, and Harry's not even crawling yet...once that boy starts getting more mobile I'll really be in for it!
His morning naps are usually short, if they happen at all, lately. He's such a busy little guy that between feeding him, entertaining him, and trying to get him to nap, it seems all I usually have time for are those little essentials...washing bottles, making forumla, throwing in some laundry here and there. But it feels like nothing else gets done.
After lunch if the weather is nice we usually go for a walk for an hour or so. It seems like a lot of days I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to get him to nap. No matter how tired he may be, he just fights sleep! I've tried putting him in the crib and letting him cry himself to sleep, waiting a few minutes before going in, then a few minutes more...but all that did was make him more upset and lose a little trust in me. So I rock him, I sing to him, I try to play him out, and eventually he nods off. If I'm tired, sometimes I'll lay down and sleep with him, and other times I'll just keep him on my lap and do some reading or surfing. There lays my first problem, I guess...I need to put him down so I can do other things. The problem with that, however, is that he's more likely to have a short nap, then wake up and be grumpy all afternoon, if I've put him down. If I've held him, he's more likely to have a long solid nap and be a happier little camper.
After his supper, playtime with daddy, and his bath, off my boys go for bedtime, while I get back to whatever baby chores remain for the night. By the time I'm done, I don't want to do anything else, especially cleaning. I just want to sit and surf, or do crossword puzzles, or work on editing my large stash of photos. And that's usually what I do. And so the cleaning never gets done. Poor daddy has been coming home from work late for weeks, so by the time it's baby's bedtime, he's ready to sleep too. So I sit in my disarray, feeling like a failure because I can't do it all by myself, but unwilling to accept help because I don't want anyone else to see my disorganization. And so ends another night.