These days I am feeling quite unaccomplished. We have been in our new house for a few months now and it is still so unfinished. Walls unpainted, picture frames not hung, items that have no home. Unfinished.
Like Evy may or may not be sleeping in a pack and play still.
She is most definitely sleeping in a pack and play still. Her crib is all propped up in her room waiting for someone to get up the gumption to assemble the damn thing. Dream big, baby girl. Someday.
I tell you what, friends, the adults of this house aspire to do great things. They aspire to turn this house into a home one DIY and Pinterest project at a time.They aspire to do very official educational crafts and games with their soon-to-be preschooler. They aspire to not have a heaping pile of laundry that needs to be folded or washed or put away at all times. They aspire to get shit done.
But these adults are so so tired.
The woman is nearly narcoleptic. The man, in his own words, "passes the eff out" at night. Nap time hits the kids and it takes all my willpower to not let it hit me too.
Walls half painted. Books half read. Blog posts partially written. This is the season of starting and stopping.