Here I am. Friday night, sporting some pajamas and kicking back on my forever unmade king sized bed. Florence + the Machine is playing the music I wish I had the capacity in my lungs to sing. The girl has got some chops. Is that the right expression for someone who can sing well?? Welp, I guess it is now! But seriously, the music is (excuse my french) damned beautiful. Don't really know how else to put it.
James is sprawled on the couch doing last minute homework and baby girl is finally sleeping after a long, long day of growing at warp-speed! I just did the dishes and somehow more just kept showing up until I finally decided in the constant battle between dishes and Amara; dishes were victorious for tonight. Ugh.
That's just the way it is sometimes. I was becoming a fairly organized person before getting pregnant. it seems the lesson I am always learning is that I can't control everything completely. Yes, that has become the theme of my life. It's good, though- I look at it as prep for raising a teen aged girl in a few years :)
When all is said and done I am one happy mama. We may live in an area where there are questionable things going on and our meth head neighbor may have named herself after a fruit but hey- there's a roof over our head and food in our tummies!
How did I get to rambling? What I really got on here to write is that I have made a few simple goals to improve myself.
1. Pick my clothes up off the floor
2. Be able to exercise for more than 5 minutes without feeling like I my lungs are going to collapse.
3. Remember what the rest of my goals are
HA! I'll put pictures up of our new place soon :)
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