Today was a long one. Nothing inherently bad, but long.
The morning was simple. Slept a bit longer than normal, had more than an hour to myself (I love swaps).
Then I decided to tackle reorganizing; putting baby/toddler clothes in better containers for storage. Before I realized, it was 12:45 and the room I was organizing was chaotic. I hadn't eaten a thing all day, Clint was home for a short lunch with us (having worked all morning and going to work all evening), and Evee and I had to get going shortly and would be out for the entire afternoon/evening and be home right before bedtime.
Where was I not thinking? At what point did I take on more than I should? Is there any time a pregnant woman should just forget to eat? (A big "no" to that last one.)
The day had many wonderful moments. I was able to accomplish. Evee and I made it through and all ended well. As I sit here at the end of the day, things are finally put away. Music is playing. All is fine. There is peace and simplicity in this home again.
But, it was too much. A reminder that I have a choice as to what I can take on in one day...maybe not in all things, but in some. That things can wait. That having Clint come home to a peaceful home, one that is not rushed or frazzled, is more important to me. To be aware of the timing of the day. To remember that these things help me to be the person I want to be - kind, loving, gentle. Things that are best not forgotten.