…realizing that perhaps I should make an effort to do my hair more often, because (contrary to what I see in the mirror most days) I do actually clean up well. A head full of curls is definitely a bit better than a scrubby, fourth-day-hair, messy-bun.
…learning to function on the little sleep I get here and there. It's surprising, based on the fact that sleep is high on the list of my favorite things in the world. (Also on the list? Hanson, Olive Garden breadsticks and first kisses. But I digress.) And although I never saw myself as someone who would embrace co-sleeping, it's the only way I can ever manage to get four consecutive hours of shuteye. So, I'm going with it. For now. (Also, it's rather precious to have a tiny little nugget sleeping on my chest for part of the night. I can't help but smile.)
…hoping to reopen my Etsy shop on October 1st. Getting new items made is a slow, slow process these days, but I really want to start creating again.
…eating my weight in salted caramel ice cream. Yes, there is such a thing. And it is divine. (I found some at our local Vons, and it is the store brand. Now, go eat some and thank me later.)
…grateful for my husband's patience.
…struggling with guilt that seems to weigh on me, no matter what I do. I worry I put too much pressure on my husband to be the sole provider for our family, I worry that I don't show my appreciation of people enough, I worry that I disappoint those I love and admire, I worry that I don't do enough—or, at the same time, that I do too much. I know this is something that I've always struggled with, but it's somehow magnified at this point in my life. It comes and it goes, though, and I just take it one day at a time.
…having the worst time deciding on a baby carrier/wrap to purchase. Way, way too many options. Hold me. (And my baby, because I'm getting tired, yo.)
…feeling homesick; but, then again, it's always worse this time of year.
…ready to start decorating for the new season. You know, with more than just the tiny lotus bowls I filled with autumn-colored peanut M&Ms. (They may or may not already be half-empty. This is why I don't buy candy.)
…remembering all these wonderful stories from my past. Memories from all the years leading up to now—both my childhood and my more recent history. And I think I need to start writing some of them down. Even if nothing ever comes of it, I've always thought I should write a memoir. If only for Eisley to enjoy someday.
…missing being pregnant. It's weird, because even on the most difficult days I can't help but think about how I absolutely can't wait to have another baby. (I don't say these things out loud to Jay, of course, because he would have a stroke.) I'm thankful to have this time to focus solely on our first little daughter, though, and know I can't get ahead of myself.
…hopeful for the week ahead.