This is a picture of newborn June NOT new baby. I repeat, NOT new baby.
Never miss a Monday.
I keep seeing that phrase on people’s instagrams. I think it might refer to going to the
gym? I don’t know. I don’t go to the gym and I definitely don’t
go to the gym on Mondays.
In any case, the phrase is good for something because it has
inspired me to get my butt in gear with blogging. Today’s a Monday! So I can’t miss Monday!
If you haven’t noticed, I’ve taken a 3 week break and before
that my posts have been sporadic at best.
There’s been a lot going on! A
few months ago I made the decision to kindly delegate blogging to “hobby” level
and therefore put it in a league with my other hobbies- painting my finger
nails, going to movies, doing puzzles… things I do when I feel like it, but not
on any kind of schedule and not with any kind of pressure.
The problem is when blogging turns 100% hobby on me I can’t
find the time to get in even a post a week.
I used to blog 5 or 6 times a week.
FIVE TIMES A WEEK! And now it’s
seriously a struggle for me to crank out even one a week.
Hence, the Monday mantra.
If I can never miss a Monday then I am at least getting in once a week
and that is certainly better than the schedule I’ve been keeping lately. Ideally, I’d like to blog 2-3 times a
week. Ideals are nice.
It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about. I have so much to write about! Probably more to say on this blog than I’ve
ever had to say before. But there isn’t
the time to write it in. Or the energy
maybe? Or maybe it’s just not the
priority? I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS
HAPPENING. But thanks for still reading
and checking in here. It means a
lot. Even if I do thank you by going
awol for weeks at a time.
I have been pretty good at staying updated on Instagram. I kind of feel like instagram has become my
mini blogging platform. And while it
will never be to me what a blog is, it is nice that I can write long captions
there with a picture and that you guys can comment and I can respond. It’s blog-esque even if it doesn’t carry all
the charm and commitment of a real life blog.
If you’re not following me on Instagram, my handle is
@thelifeofbon. My pics aren’t
perfect. But they’re real and they are
of all the things, people, places, experiences that mean the most to me. So it’s an important space to me.
And now, a quick update!
We’ve been busy! I hate the
glorification of busy and I’m trying to stay away from that. But how do you unbusy a life that is clearly
too busy? December was an absolute
hurricane of jewelry. We did 7 local
markets and close to 1000 online sales.
Just Greg and me! And that was on
top of me working every other day at the high school and taking care of our
little June bug. There were some hard,
miserable days in there. Days we wanted
to kill each other. Days we wanted to
burn down the jewelry shop and not look back.
Days we wanted to run away and become hippies in Belize. But we survived and the week before and after
Christmas was filled with nothing but family and cookies and lazy
mornings. Well, that’s actually not
true. I did try to potty train June
during the break. That was a huge
mistake. I quit after three days and
feel good about picking back up again in the spring or summer. Home girl is going to be in diapers far
longer than I ever imagined, but there’s a lot in my life that has gone much
differently than I ever imagined and turns out I’m still ok.
December had such a focus on jewelry that by the time
January rolled around I felt like I had to do a complete mind shift to
school. I had tests and essays that I
hadn’t graded in a month! End of second
quarter was looming! Kids were wondering
when in the world I was putting grades in!
On top of that I told the school that I would teach an ACT prep class
for two weeks. The class was held
Tuesday and Thursday after school from 2:45- 4:45. I have a lot of great resources and tips for
ACT prep so I really wanted to teach it- but it fell the same week as the end
of the quarter and that was all kinds of total manic-ness. I taught four 85 minute classes in a row and
then darted downstairs to start in on the ACT prep class. At 37 and 38 weeks pregnant! I AM INSANE.
No one let me do that ever again.
I surely thought I was going to die.
And if I lived through it, then certainly not all of my students would
because I was GRUMPY. And TIRED. And 17 year olds at the end of the quarter as
annoying as they come. (Then the next
quarter starts and they are cute and sweet again. It’s just that last week of the quarter. It makes the sanest of people go nuts and I’m
not even sane to begin with.)
But I lived! End of
second quarter was last week, ACT prep ended on Thursday and now I just have to
make six weeks’ worth of lesson plans and train my long term sub. Then I’m out of there! Ain’t no thang! It feels so good to be wrapping up school
stuff for a little while. And then in
February the only thing I am focusing on is my kids and my family and my
home. It’s gonna be a dream.
In the midst of all of this I have been nesting up a ying
yang, trying to get our home prepared for a new baby. June was born ten days before we moved into a
new home. I felt like for a year we were
living out of boxes, not totally cleaned up, prepared, slightly frantic. We never really recovered from that time. I think my lack of nesting with June has made
me overcompensate for the nesting this time around. I want my house perfect! I am working on projects and house goals that
I have been trying to get around to for two years! It’s awesome.
But also exhausting and gosh I am so pregnant. Too pregnant to be painting a wall.
I really wanted to have the nursery ready by the time baby
got here. I know that’s not
necessary. I mean, June’s nursery wasn’t
ready until she was 6 months old. But
again, I hated that I was so behind and I want to fel ahead with this
baby. But I’ve struggled a lot with the
nursery. The gender neutral thing throws
a kink on it. Last week I was having a
triangle crisis. A TRIANGLE CRISIS FOR
CRYING OUT LOUD. (I posted a pic on Instagram and you guys had AMAZING
suggestions. Thank you!) I think this week I have finally figured out
what I want out of my nursery (spoiler alert: it’s not triangles!) and we’re
full steam ahead with that. I’ll give
you all the deets in another post but it feels exciting and fun which it DIDN’T
feel last week, so I think that is a good sign.
As a Christmas gift my mom gave me the gift of a clean
home. She paid for a cleaning crew to
come in and whip this place into shape. They
came on Wednesday and for three hours six amazing women cleaned my blinds,
organized my pantry, mopped my floor, scrubbed my toilets. My microwave right now is glistening. GLISTENING.
While they were here I shipped Greg and June out of the house and I did
laundry, folding, organizing, everything I want to get done but never can. It was seriously everything dreams are made
of. My house has been spotless
since. I mean, no one is really allowed
to move anymore, but it’s clean! It is
amazing the level of stress and anxiety it takes off of me when my house is
clean.
Oh, and we switched June over to a big girl bed this
month. That has basically been hell on
Earth. But she breaks out of cribs and
play pens like the true escape artist she is so we were forced into it. That is also a post for another day but
basically nobody around here has been getting the kind of sleep we love and
need.
Ok! I think that’s
it! We are 10 days out from baby’s due
date and meeting this little nugget is definitely the most exciting thing going
on in our world. Waiting for the gender
has added a whole new level of suspense and anticipation and WE ARE ON PINS AND
NEEDLES TO MEET THIS CHILD. June was a
c-section because she was breech but this baby is in position and ready to rock
and roll so we are crossing our fingers for a successful vbac. Send us your good juju! And if there is no baby, I am hoping to
continue my week of blogging by posting again on Wednesday. A girl can dream, right?!
