How do you spend yours?
After a busy or chaotic morning, there’s nothing like that quiet 2-3 hour block in the afternoon. I love routine and schedules. I crave them. Our house naps from about 2-5pm and though I find myself dragging most days, if I take an afternoon nap with the girls, it is affecting my night time sleep. So these days, I have the entire 3 hours to spend at will.
There are a few hobbies I enjoy pursuing. They bring so much meaning to my life as they allow me to express myself creatively and at the same time satisfy the need to create. I read on a blog one time that a mother took up sewing during her young children’s nap time so at the end of the day she could point to something and say, “there, that is what I did today.”. A tangible expression amidst a sometimes impalpable landscape.
Some of the ways I spend my golden hours….
Sewing. The new Hobby Lobby down the road has reignited the passion that died about halfway through MG’s quilt.
Blogging. On days I’m feeling introspective, I sit down and write and write and write. These become the bones for several blog posts that may or may not get published down the road.
Scrapbooking. I have a terrible (and perhaps irrational) fear of losing memories. Every year I put together a scrapbook for my family that includes pictures and memories shared throughout the year. I’ve also done 2 pregnancy journals and a baby book for MG, in the middle of Bea’s. It’s a way for me to preserve our past.
Creating. Some days it’s a new artwork, other days it’s a hair bow. Little projects to fill my time.
Shopping. I’ll admit it, some days I just need a little retail therapy. (I even wrote a blog about it once that still hasn’t’ been published…maybe soon). Lately my browser has included gifts for N’s bday, some long sleeve tops for MG, the perfect present for a 3 year old girl, and a new house. I don’t always purchase, but I could spend hours searching…
Every morning as I am thinking through the logistics of my day, I think about the nap time hours and I plan what I will work on. I always tell myself, “If, IF, after all the dishes are put away, the floor is picked up, the girls are laid down, and dinner is prepped, if there is still time, THIS is what I will work on.” In this dreamy way, it never feels like a burden, just a treat to look forward to.
And I always throw this caveat on the end…”And if Bea won’t sleep except for in my arms, I will just rock and rock her instead. And that will be just as pleasurable.”
And I mean it.