The Same Old

Is it just me, or does it seem like Keith is the only one who gets anything done around here? If you have been reading the blog over the past week or so, it certainly appears that way. And I have to give him a lot of credit because in addition to his 40-hour-plus week at work, he manages to really crank out the projects on the weekends.

Judging by my posts, all I do is read. In my defense, I spend a lot of time reading while Bert takes a half hour to eat breakfast, another twenty minutes for a morning snack, half hour at lunch, and twenty minutes again while eating his afternoon snack. Because I really shouldn't leave him unattended while he's eating. Right?

Lately, it feels like I do a lot of the same things. And I do them over and over.

I wash the same clothes. And towels. And diapers.

I do the dishes after lunch. And after dinner. And dinner? I feel like I'm using the same old recipes, over and over again.

I change diapers and clean poopy diapers. I clean the toilet (but probably not as often as I should.) I get the mail and pay the bills. I straighten up, tidy up, clean up. Endlessly.

Sometimes it is hard for me to find motivation in the midst of the mundane, to be creative when there are a zillion little things to attend to (and one big thing, known as Bert). But I have found time for some little projects, some that I'll share with you soon and some that aren't really blog-worthy but still give me some satisfaction. And I have a few new recipes I want to try and I'll be sure to post them if they measure up.

I watched a Hallmark movie the other night called The Magic of Ordinary Days. The movie was sweet (I'm a sucker for Hallmark movies) but what really sticks with me is the title. The magic of ordinary days. When I think about it, I can agree that there is some magic in caring for a little human all day, every day. And there is something special about cooking a meal for my family, even if we have had it twenty times. And there is something satisfying about baskets of clean clothes, neatly folded. The ordinary days do have their charm.

But if I'm being honest, there's nothing magical about poopy diapers and scrubbing toilets.