Ok, so you might think with a new baby due to arrive before the end of the month that perhaps I could avoid the February blahs this year. But, alas, no…the other night I woke in the middle of the night with a start—having just woken up from a dream in which I made yet another breakfast, changed yet another diaper and swept yet another dirty floor. As I laid myself back down I felt this overwhelming heaviness. Yuck…this feeling sucks. And I am about to have another baby….
Of course, this has been one of the worst weather winters on record and we have been cooped up a lot at home…adding to my feelings of cabin fever. I am an outdoor girl by all rights, and while the older boys have been getting a lot of fun outside time, it has been hard for me—as pregnant as I am, as icy as it has been and as unsure of his footing as #3 is on the snow.
But, here is the upside of this post. The very next day my 3 1/2 year old light and joy decides to write his name all by himself for the first time. This may not seem so huge to you, but in a wave of days that have had a feeling of overwhelming sameness this accomplishment had the impact of a hammer hitting glass on my feeling of heaviness. It made the sunshine feel brighter, the Lego mess seem easier to clean and the whole path of being home with my kids seem worthwhile and joyful.