The heat here has been ridiculous lately. I know that I live in the North and I know nothing of heat…but as a pregnant woman, the suffering is real. It has cooled down a considerable bit since we got a big storm this week, but I’m still going to whine about the heat whenever someone asks how I’m feeling.
And we have a two-year-old now! Vivi’s birthday celebrations were so much fun, especially getting to be with family who we don’t get to see regularly. Vivi is finally at an age where she will play with her cousins and family and is just so much fun to be around…most of the time. We are definitely in a stage of tantruming when things don’t go our way, but so far those are pretty few and far between.
She has come a long way in her communication skills as well. Her review for speech therapy is today and, though this journey feels difficult at times, I think it has been fruitful. Hopefully, her case manager will agree and we can move forward. At some point, I would love to actually collect my confusing and varying thoughts on what speech therapy for a pre-2-year-old is like, but that is for another day.
Other than that, work continues. Work in my diocesan office, work in my parish office, work at the house…at times it seems like nothing but work and my OVERWHELMED light blinks at an alarming rate. Which is probably why I stayed in bed until 10:30am yesterday. Yes, I probably needed the rest, but I definitely didn’t need the guilt that followed. And, I am a bit spoiled because I have jobs that are fulfilling and taking care of/preparing the home for Baby G is exciting but I also dream of days filled with nothing but newborn cuddles and homemaking as my only occupation. (Listen up, Powerball people, I NEED those numbers!)
Also, a huge shout out to my husband for the amazing work he does inside and outside our home but particularly with all our home improvement at the moment. Vivianne’s Big Girl room got cleaned, painted and assembled in record time and now we are moving on to Gia’s. I love that he makes our house a home in so many ways and celebrating him for Father’s Day this past weekend fell so short of all the praise and thanks he deserves.
So, between my daydreams of stay-at-home-motherhood that often consume hours of my day, though, I am loving this summer. Time with my growing family, sunshine, a less hectic work day and easier evenings have my heart and won’t let it go.