new blog
washingmydishes.blogspot.com
Not sure if I will keep writing on here or not. Have been thinking about starting a new blog about grief, frugal living/cooking, being a mommy, trying to keep my house clean, dealing with family and friends, trying to be a decent Christian and trying to keep up with everything going on around me. Should I do it here or start a new one?
I think it's been about a year since I last posted anything. I kind of gave up posting stuff about myself when Oliver was born and focused on his blog.
I didn't think I would blog again. But here I am bored because Oliver is sleeping and tired of looking at celebrity comments over the death of an actor. I could wash some more dishes but have done some already and there's not really room for anymore dishes on the counter. I could clean the bathroom but that would be too productive for me in one day. I'm a helpless housecleaner. My poor husband...but then again he does know how to wipe a sink and scrub the toilet himself. He works hard every day and then wants to spend time with Oliver when he gets home which I totally understand. Of course I want him to spent time with Oliver too but also would like some help with keeping the house half decent. Well it looks like this blog is going to turn into a whine about being a stay at home mom (mostly). I am back working at the library. I've been back for six months already. It's hard to believe that my little baby is 17 months old. It's funny how once your kid is a year old everyone thinks it's their business when you're planning on the next one. I can't count how many comments I've had about having another baby. We've talked about it but just aren't ready. Of course I would love to have another little baby to hold and cuddle and to see Oliver be a big brother. But I am also scared that I'm going to have another pregnancy like I did with Oliver. I was so sick and can't imagine how I would do that again plus look after O. We do have benefits now so prescription drugs are covered but diclectin only took away the barfing. It didn't make me feel completely better. Oh well I guess I'll worry about that when the time comes. Not supposed to worry about tomorrow right? I've always been a terrible worrier. It's my nature to think the worst. Sometimes I think it's part of my depression coming back - I get very anxious about driving and Oliver being sick etc. So far I haven't had to go back on meds which I am so happy about. But it's always in the back of my mind. Again - I'll just have to wait and see.
My new nephew was born at around 5pm Tuesday, June 27th. His name is Tristan James and he weighed 7lbs 5oz and was 20 inches long.