Lately I've felt like I'm letting all these different balls drop. "Dropping balls" was going to be the name of this post but that sounded weird. But you know how people say, "I dropped the ball on that."? Okay, that's what I'm referring to right now.
Like, phone calls that need to be returned. Or packages that I should mail. Or birthday cards that need to be sent. Or summer clothes that need to be put away. I want to do these things but I feel like I'm failing at getting them done. Once upon a time, I thought that by staying at home with Henry, that I would get SO MUCH stuff done. Like, I would have dozens of hobbies and sew and be uber-organized. Not so much, at this stage, anyway. I look at working moms and I think that they have double the challenge- being away all day and then coming home and trying to get time in with your kiddos and get practical around-the-house stuff done. Whew!
All to say, I am dropping a few balls lately (that sounds not right, but you know what I mean.) I realized something, though. When I look back, I won't regret sitting on the floor with my son instead of putting away his 0-6 month clothes (which are stacked on the guest bed, currently). And, hopefully some friends will forgive me for procrastinating on calling them back because it's hard to call someone back if your baby is doing this: MWAHBAH AAAAAAH. And when he naps, I am trying to lie down myself or take care of something around the house or read or something random.
Confession: I am not a super-organized Mom. Starting on Monday, Adam will have a much easier schedule than the past 3 months and, hopefully, I can pick up some balls then. And now I have to go because Henry is sitting in my lap and trying to eat the desk. Happy Tuesday!