20 days until summer vacation….then what?!
Ok, I guess I am a bit excited for summer vacation to get here. We have the count down figured out 3 more Mondays wake up….4 more Tuesdays….and so on…however, the only things my summer has going for it is an amazing trip to Portugal (soooo excited) and being able to spend a ton more time with my little man. Other than those thing what is it all about? So I guess I am a bit of a workaholic…if I am not busy doing something then I go out of my mind!! I need to be kept busy. Some may be saying, “but Alison, isn’t having an infant son going to keep you very busy?” and while the answer is indeed “YES” ,he will be attending daycare through out the summer (ok, Moms don’t go getting all mad and upset at me for putting him in daycare while I will be home, I have my reasons). So while Cole is at daycare, playing with his little friends and flirting with the girls (lol) I will be at home, cleaning, looking for something,anything, to keep me busy. One problem with me not being busy is if I get bored I will go shopping! Again, some may say why is that such a bad thing. Well, for those of you who know me well you all know that finance is not my strong suit. If I get a buck I find a way to spend it. Thus, this is my difficulty…if I am busy I will not spend $$, but it is my summer vacation so do I really want to work, but on the flip side if I work I will have extra $$ to spend if I want to shop…see the vicious cycle? So I will do like I do each year…I will clean the house, play with my little love (new this year), perhaps start looking for letterboxes with Matt (I’m in, if your in, buddy ole’ pal). So I guess the “then what” really isn’t a question to be answered but just one to keep me on track and realize that I am one of the few lucky people who get a summer off and have to worry about the “then what’s”!
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Oh the joys of motherhood…no, really!
YAWN…!!!! OK, so you ask yourself, what could be so joyful about motherhood when the first word you write is YAWN? Well, at the moment, through the tired haze that is my mind, and the caffeine induced coma I am putting myself in, nothing is joyful about it. However, after reading a blog written recently by my good friend Matt, I have decided to change my view of thinking, from one of resentment and exhaustion, to one of being thankful, but still exhausted, for the wonderful gift Chris and I have been given in the form of our son, Cole. Yes, he did keep us up most of the night, but he wasn’t crying, as most of you may think, he was babbling, cooing and uttering, in his oh so cute babyease, dadadadadada and making raspberry sounds. As frustrating as it may have been and as much as I wanted to pull the covers up tight and put my pillow over my face, I went in to see if he was OK and the look of happiness that came across his face, each time I checked on him I might add it was 4 times, was one of pure joy for him and me! I would pick him up and sway with him, as he hugged my neck and tickled my shoulder with his little fingers, trying to get him lulled back into sleep. But deep down I didn’t want that moment to end. In my subconscious, yes, here I go getting Freudian on you all, I think I feel that I need to treasure each frustrating night of getting up. I know that I am, in all actuality, being rewarded with his unconditional love and that I should not take this time for granted or with frustration. I need to cherish it as he is a gift, as is this time, because this is the only time he will be this age and I will never be able to get this time back no matter how I try. So to all of you mothers and fathers out there, that may stumble upon this rambling blog, keep that in mind the next time your child(ren) get on your every last nerve and instead of complaining about it relish it as it is a gift, however small or frustrating, and try to smile and thank God that you have been blessed with that gift.
Our Gift! Cole
