6:30 a.m.

It's 6:30 a.m., I've had a shower and half a cup of coffee. I'm just starting to hear the little voices in the room off the kitchen, but I won't bother them until they cry out for me. This is my morning time. I don't always get this time to myself, sometimes we are all up early and sometimes I like to sleep late (that is if you call 7:00 a.m. sleeping late). Although it is extremely hard and sometimes gruling to pull myself out of bed anytime before 6:00 a.m., I am always happy I did. I love the quiet mornings. As I prepare my mind for the day, I am lost in a sea of to-do lists. Paint the bathroom, organize the papers on my desk, pay some bills etc., etc., etc. The only thing that can break this cycle of lists spinning around in my head are the baby voices getting louder and louder. Every once in a while I hear a squeal as if to say, "ok, you know I'm awake." But, maybe just a minute longer. One more sip of my warm steamy coffee, because the next one will be ice cold as I leave my mug neglected for the sweet smiling faces waiting for me to greet them.
In the morning it seems like all the tasks of the day can be easily accomplished at some point. Early in the morning my mind tells me that I have all day to fold the laundry or sort through the junk mail, but before I know it, 8:00 p.m has rolled around and we are reading bedtime books. Then I realize that what I have not yet accomplished will just have to wait until another day, just like this blog post which was started at 6:30 a.m. on a Tuesday and is finally being published at 11:15 p.m. on a Friday. Now, instead of a warm cup of coffee it is a tall glass of pinot noir that I will leave for the little crying voice echoing down the hall. And I will finish off this post with a sleeping baby on my shoulder. I wouldn't have it any other way. Just a little reminder that it's o.k. for the laundry to stay wrinkled up in the basket for another day. And all those things that I didn't get done, including most of my blog posts, are not considered "not done", but to be continued...

I am...

a nurturer, I am a listener, I am a teacher and a student, I am a dispute settler and a rule enforcer, I am a cook and a maid, I am a nurse and a comforter, I am a professional laundry folder, I am an expert at making something exciting that was once a dreaded task, I am a storyteller and a reader, I am a motivator, I am a hairstylist and a manicureist/pedicurist, I am an organizer of toys, I am a face wiper and a tear drier, I am a taxi driver, I am a professional grocery shopper and price checker, I am a one handed multi-tasker, I am patience, I am frustration, I am a punisher and a forgiver, I am my biggest critic, I am a mother and a wife, and sometimes I am each of these things and more all in the same day.

What's in a name?

So, my blog seems to be ever evolving, hence my name change (once again). I decided to change the name to be more about me, even though I will still write about family, kids, and just being a mom most of the time. But, this is MY blog and if I just want to write about ME, well then, I will. I wanted the title of my blog to represent a little something more about me. Yes, I have typed the word "me" many times in this post, but when your day pretty much consists of being super-mom, sometimes you have to save a little something for yourself a.k.a Me. So, enjoy my ramblings.