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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about motherhood. Would I be a good Mom? Is being someone’s Mom in my future? If it is, when is the best time? Is there ever a good time? Are you ever really prepared for it?
The idea of bringing someone into this crazy world is so overwhelming to me, but as more of my friends and family do it, I can’t help but wonder if I’d ever have what it takes to do it myself.
I’m lucky to have a great Mom. Things weren’t always perfect, but the important thing is that she cared. She tried her hardest, she always wanted to do what was right by us, and she beat herself up whenever she made a mistake. The best moms are the ones that are worried they might not be doing it right.
So Happy Mother’s Day to the best Mom I could ask for. Thank you for caring and letting me be me.
I feel like I want to start writing again. I’m not sure how often it will be, or even what I’ll write about, but for the first time in a long time, I’ve had a desire to write. And I have this tumblr page. Something I haven’t bothered to look at for months. The only thing I’ve posted on it for the past year is pictures from Instagram and that’s only because that’s automatic. So here’s to taking a leap into writing actual words again.
So, what’s been going on? Lots of things. Exciting, scary, expensive things. I’m currently remodeling the entire downstairs of my house. Last week, the boys (Dave and Neil) and I painted and this week my carpet got ripped up and flooring is in the process of being put down. We’re also going to add some track lighting in our living room and I’m thinking about buying one of those cool soundbar things and getting rid of our old school sound system. Like I said, lots of exciting, expensive things.
All of our furniture is currently in our kitchen, garage and downstairs bathroom. My computer is sitting on a TV tray in my room. It looks like an episode of Hoarders in here. I can’t wait until everything is finished, because the current state of things is making me anxious. This has been something I’ve wanted to do since we’ve moved into this place a year and a half ago, and I’m finally at a point financially where I can do it. I know once everything is finished I’ll be happy, even though the the process has been a bit exhausting.
There’s a lot more I want to say, but I think this is a good stopping point. I know this wasn’t incredibly well written, but hey, at least I’m writing again.
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