Running a household and keeping a family organized is serious business. And the way you and your spouse approach it can sink you or save you. Today, I'm giving you a glimpse into how we jointly manage our household and what's worked for us.
The Back Story:
Shortly after we began a gluten-free lifestyle, we subscribed to a weekly produce box from a compilation of local farms. We chose what produce we wanted, and the box was delivered to our doorstep every week. It was incredibly convenient.
Except for choosing the produce each week. And then deciding what to do with it.
Brian and I share meal planning and cooking duties fairly equally. I didn't want to choose each week's produce and plan meals by myself. But trying to make the 2:00 p.m. Tuesday order deadline for our Saturday delivery was becoming a problem.
One question that's been on my mind a lot lately is this: how long am I considered a "new mother"?
If I had to guess, I'd say you're considered a new mother until your kid turns one, max. But even now, with a barely-five-month-old, I feel like I'm expected to be an old veteran. I mean, my kid breastfeeds like a champ and sleeps through the night. I've lost the baby weight and successfully transitioned back to working from home. Why am I complaining about feeling lost? I basically have the holy grail of babies!
A couple of months into my work-at-home-mother journey, it became obvious that something needed to change. I had the time and ability to do everything I needed to do. But somehow, every day was a disaster. Every second of my time was taken up, but somehow I was getting nothing done. And my nerves were frayed to the breaking point.
I washed dishes while I waited to hear back from colleagues or interview sources. I checked work emails while feeding and playing with Graham. When I got a few minutes to myself, to refill my tank, all I wanted to do was sleep. By the time Brian got home from work, we'd eat dinner, and then I'd hand Graham to him and go upstairs to get a few, elusive quiet minutes to myself - inevitably interrupted by a screaming baby who wanted his dinner.
We got our first taste of fall last weekend here in South Carolina. The temperatures dropped to the mid-60s at night, and we slept with the windows open. That was one of the best nights' sleep I'd gotten in ages - and not just because I have a four-month-old.
Nothing fires up my heart and makes me happier than the changing of the seasons. I really, really don't like summer, so the arrival of fall is particularly welcome. Maybe it's just the memory of all the years of going back to school, but the transition from summer to fall makes me feel so alive, so hopeful, so motivated, and joyous. Pumpkin spice cappuccinos don't hurt, either.
But though I love the changing of the seasons weather-wise, when seasons change in my own life I fight it tooth and nail.
Is anyone else singing that old Shakira song in their heads now? No? Just me? Fine. The cheese stands alone.
It's not the end of the month, but at this point time is basically one big joke - every month has, on average, 30 days, except the last month of pregnancy which lasts roughly three and a half years. However, I've somehow managed to read things despite my insane pregnancy brain, so here's your Books on Tap. A little late. Oh, well.
Yeah, yeah, I know March is the month that's supposed to come in like a lion, out like a lamb. But this is South Carolina, and apparently we do this in February. Add in some personal crazy and some birthday and baby shower fun, and not a lot of reading got done this month. Ah, well, practice for after baby comes, right?
I have a love/hate relationship with the slow, long month of January. After the hustle and bustle of the holidays, it's nice to take a little breather. On the other hand, I often find myself looking forward to my birthday in February, and in March, the (typical) arrival of spring in South Carolina, when things start picking back up again - and this year is no exception.
So I've been mostly grateful to have some slow days, some snow days, and a lot of really cold days to snuggle up and read and rest and keep growing this little nugget that's going to make our spring explosive and crazy. These are all fantastic books, and I highly recommend them.
I thought December might be a little calmer than November. I thought wrong. Once again, I only have three books to share with you - but these three are all really fantastic and I highly recommend any or all of them, particularly the first one. There's no better way to start out your new year than with a little simplification and organization - especially if, say, like us, you're expecting a little one sometime in 2018. No pressure or anything :) But even if there's no baby on the horizon, start your 2018 with a good book.
Happy New Year, readers!
See, what happens when you're expecting a baby is that your brain gets all full of plans and ideas and worries, and sometimes you don't have the mental capacity to read (or do much of anything, really). And then you have months like this where you're lucky to finish three books. Life happens, you know?
So I apologize for the short post, but know that it's for a very good, tiny but growing, reason :)
Last month it was British books. The month before, young adult titles. Notice anything these books have in common? Anything?