Where do these days go? You would think staying at home all day would give me plenty of time to finish all sorts of projects, read books, write novels, get my pre-baby body back (well, hopefully better, I was plumping out before pregnancy). At least, that's what I thought before he arrived.
But somehow by the time I feel motivated to start on projects, it's 5pm already and Steve comes home and we eat dinner and evening is upon us. Days fly by between feeding and changing and holding him. And every time he stirs in his sleep I can't help myself from rushing to look at him. When his eyes are open, I want to interact with him.
And then, all of a sudden, projects, books, and working out don't seem all that important. My to-do list just gets longer while I hold my beautiful baby in my arms, realizing some responsibilities take precedence over the other ones.