Choices. . .and stuff

I figured since I have a little time, Munchkin is napping and Peanut is nursing sleepily, I would write.

I have been thinking a lot about choices. There are easy choices, like what do I want to wear today; And there are hard choices, like the one to  make this move. Everything we do is all about a choice and that choice leads to another and so on. That is what makes choosing so complicated. You always have to be thinking ahead to what the next choice will be.

Something seemingly simple like dinner can get quite complicated. What should I make? How long will it take to prep and cook it. Will everyone like it? Do I even have everything to make it? After this process do I even have the motivation left to make it? :p

This move was a really big choice. I am starting to freak out a little about it. All the severe weather in the south isn’t really helping that either. (My heart goes out to all those who have lost their homes and loved ones.) Is this really the right choice for us? I have believed it is for some time now. I feel like we have been stuck in a rut. My husband needs a career change. I want to feel like I have a purpose. I mean I do with raising my babies, but I want to provide more for my family. I really want to learn to be more self-sustaining. I want to have a garden and grow all kinds of fruits and vegetables. I want to raise chickens for eggs and possibly for eating. Goats would be great too. We could have fresh milk and maybe I could learn to make butter and yogurt too. I want our kids to have more space to move around, I’m sure the dog would enjoy it too. I’d also like to have some space so I can work on my sewing some more. I really enjoy it and have a great sense of accomplishment when I finish a project. It’s just our space is quite limited and my sewing table ends up being the catch-all. . .

I worry though. Will my husband get a great job? He wants to get his CDL once we make this move. Will I be able to keep up with all I want to do?  Will I be able to find an amazing group of women to confide in and have fun with like I have here. It has taken me over two years to find people I fit in with. I am a little on the strange side 🙂 I am sad that I will be leaving friends and family, but excited to forge new friendships and meet new family as well as reconnect with my mom.

. . . 9 hour break. . . .

Well, my blogging time got cut short. It’s now midnight, so I have completely lost my train of thought and can’t seem to find it again. Oh well, not the first time my thoughts have been derailed and won’t be the last I am sure.

Munchkin’s sleeping habits have always been crazy. So it’s always been really hard to plan around his sleeping. We will think that we have a schedule because things are going smoothly for a few weeks and then, whammo! something happens and everything is different. Peanut has been pretty consistent for the last four months, but I think he is starting to teethe. Munchkin started right around this time too. He had all his teeth by the time he was 12 months old, well besides his two-year molars. He just finished growing those.

So, my nine-hour blogging break was due to having a two-year old who didn’t know what he wanted or wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon. He was incredibly unhappy. It was frustrating for both of us because he couldn’t communicate what he  was feeling and I was having a hell of time trying to figure it out. . . On top of his unhappiness, Peanut did not want to be put down or ignored. Needless to say, nothing got done and we had sandwiches for dinner. Come to think of it yesterday went pretty much the same way and I ended up alternately wearing the kiddos. Yes, Munchkin still absolutely LOVES to be worn. I don’t mind, except it is a lot of up and down with him. 🙂

Well, I am going to fold the now wrinkled laundry that is in the dryer and hope that the clothes that have been sitting in the wash all day, don’t need to be re-washed.

Night!

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