Rest
August 16, 2009 
I should preface this by saying that I am not really a morning person or a night person. I’m an 8am-8pm person. Even though I really love early morning, I’m not hitting on all cylinders until about 8am. And even though I would love to enjoy the night more, whether to just get things done that I don’t have time for during the day or to watch a movie, after 8pm my fortitude fades and all I can think about is climbing into my soft bed.
But from 8am-8pm, I’m your gal.
That said, we’ve sort of been burning the candle at both ends lately. It’s not so much that we’ve been up extremely early or late, but for the past three months it seems like everyday is a marathon, both physically and mentally.
Physically, we’re constantly moving... Taking care of the kids, unpacking, cleaning, painting, putting up garden vegetables, visiting with family, fencing, feeding the animals, going to town...
Mentally speaking, it sometimes feels like there is very little time for our minds to just be quiet. We’re always thinking about the next thing we have to do, watching the kids to keep them out of trouble, processing all of the changes we have gone through over the past few months, processing what our life here used to be like compared to what it is now...
It’s no wonder I haven’t had the time or mental capability to write lately. If only there were some sort of hard drive upgrade for my brain...
All of this craziness makes a day like today that much sweeter. First of all, it’s Sunday, the day that we are supposed to rest. I also feel more at ease today, because we accomplished some major painting projects this past week and I can finally begin to unpack some of our things and hang pictures. After being in our house for two weeks, it is starting to feel a little bit like our home, and that feels good.






















Reader Comments (2)
Glad things are starting to be your new normal. And yes, a day of rest.....it's a beautiful thing.
I'm happy your new place is feeling a little more like home. Moving is so tough on everybody. It has a way of sapping your strength all the way around.