|Can you see G's little feet up on tiptoes to see the geese? After swimming|
at Hampstead Heath's Lido, we visited Kentish Town Farm on Saturday as a family.
Thanks to Lance for the great idea!
My unique pregnancy complications this time 'round include pregnant rhinitis, which means my body pretends my face is a scratching post and a little faucet turns on inside my sinuses every day between 1-9 p.m. The time it starts depends on a multitude of factors, including sugar in-take, nightly sleep, whether I've done too much exercise, and the temporary bane of my existence, whether I have napped (I *hate* napping while the world goes by).
And of course there are no truly effective drugs I can take, so I slowly - or quickly, as the case may be - turn into a sneezing zombie daily.
This, plus the fact that I'm in the red for babysitting costs by a couple of months and thus need to work without childcare (the downside of working for yourself), means I am learning to pace myself. I am trying to get the important and urgent things as well as the important and non-urgent things done, and am consciously trying to slough everything else so that I can actually work and run a household.
It's not easy when so many things are important right now - my testimony, my relationship with my husband, mothering my little boy (and girl!), working, missionary work, and attempting to settle into a new home.
This means that the house is cleaned and the floors disinfected only once a week (last week, only half of the floors), I can't pick the toys up in the nursery each and every sleep cycle, I feed my son store-bought baby food about once a day, mail opening and laundry are done only once a week, I sometimes eat the same thing multiple meals in a row (like the clam chowder I made two days ago), and Gideon has no white socks at the moment. It also means our home is still bare of furniture - of the big items we need, we have purchased only a bed and our table arrives on Monday - and many little items continue to remain unchecked on my to-do list. Finally, focusing on the important means that the projects I need to do for Gideon - fixing the wheel on his vintage bus and figuring out how to get crayon and colored pencil off a chalk board (anyone?!) - have remained unchecked as well. I also don't make treats for the sisters in our congregation I am assigned to visit monthly (aka my visiting teachies), emails can sit in my inbox for more than 24 hours, and my blogs are not as regular as I would like.
These may all seem petty to you. And they probably are. But this is the kind of stuff I would like to be on top of.
However, I have committed to myself (and am somewhat succeeding) to the following:
I will study the scriptures every day (even if only for a few minutes).
I will exercise every day (if only for a few minutes).
I will nap every day.
I will do something fun for my son every morning.
I will support my husband and prioritize his needs above my own.
I will write every day.
I will not feel guilty when I need to work in the nursery or with my son on my lap when he wakes from his afternoon nap - probably the hardest commitment of them all.
In fact, the guilt I feel this time around at the "undones" is my biggest pregnancy complication, even more than the rhinitis. But then, sacrifices to bring these little ones into the world are all worth it, right? She better be grateful :-)...
|More of the fun things I do with G daily - these are fountains at Swiss Cottage rec centre.|