Life has been frantic, hectic, and chaotic lately.
Work has kept me running non-stop and outside of work I feel as if we have a to-do list a mile long...and for every item we cross off we add five more things to the list.
There's something about knowing that a new little one is coming into your world that makes you think about all those things that you've put off for years. And suddenly it feels as if they need to be done immediately. We need to clean out the basement, get rid of all the old magazines, shred our old bills, and find a new computer table and bed for O. And the list goes on and on and on.
Last weekend I had a surge of manic energy when Ben took O out of the house for a couple of hours and during that time I didn't sit down once. I was shredding and sorting and piling and discarding and sweeping and mopping and vacuuming and cooking and washing and planning and stressing. And then I lost all motivation and have done nothing since. I may burn hot...but I fade fast.
Amidst all the craziness and thinking about all the things that need to get done, I'm trying to remember (sometimes more successfully than others) to appreciate the little things that can get lost amid the chaos.
Like how ridiculously cute O looked heading off to the baby sitter's house in the morning in her little ladybug costume that she insisted on wearing.
Or how sweet it is to see a child stop to inspect the flowers.
Or how deliciously yummy homemade cinnamon rolls are.
Here's to not forgetting the little things that can so often get lost behind the big ones.