30 Day Minimalism Challenge: day eight

Day 8.

JOURNAL FOR 20 MINUTES.

This morning started off fine. I realized that I haven’t gotten up late (to get Pickle to school) since before Christmas break. For me, that is actually a pretty big deal. I’m not a morning person, mainly because of my insomnia problems. So, the fact that I have gone a solid month of waking myself and the kids up with enough time to not rush, is pretty great! Not that it was a daily occurrence before, but when it happened I would feel shame. So, it has been nice not feeling that. Maybe I can attribute that to my meds. Either way, I will take it!

Bug has been a mess all day long. He is in the stage where he has separation anxiety, but also wants to get into everything. He has fomo (fear of missing out) hardcore and has been making it impossible to do anything. Did I mention he is also teething? He got 2 teeth in a weeks time. I did manage to list a few more items on poshmark, get the new curtains put up, merge all Monkey’s toys into one central pile, and that is about it. I tried to nap this morning when I had the chance, but ever since I have had a really annoying kink in my neck. It has started to spread to my shoulder. It hurts and makes things frustrating.

There is so much I want to get done, but it is difficult when it is just me and the kids. We did go to the thrift store today after getting Pickle from school. There was a massive coffee table I have had my eye on for a month now. Luckily it was still there, so we bought it. Then we went to Pepperjax for a quick dinner. Now I am home with the kids while Chris is going to pick up said table (it wouldn’t fit while Pickle was in the backseat).

I feel like I am in a constant battle with my house. Trying to make it functional for all of us, but also organized to make sure everything has a place. I like pinterest worthy looking rooms, but that just doesn’t always work with kids. I know one day I will feel opposite and miss their messes and obnoxious screams at one another. What is that saying, “the nights are long, but the years are short”? It is so so true.

I really try not to complain a lot, but some days it is difficult.

And Bug just knocked over the floor lamp…again…