I’m absolutely committed to keeping this post from being “I’m sorry I’ve been missing, I promise to do this and that from now on, yadda-yadda-BORING!”
Let’s just pick up right where we left off, shall we?
…And uh, yeah, I don’t really think we left off anywhere in particular, so I’ll just jump right into the details that make up my life, right here and now.
Somewhere in the middle of flus, colds, holidays and everyday life, we regressed in the area of morning routine. Not that we’ve really had any kind of solid routine since we’ve moved here, because putting the phrases “living here” and “normal life” together is like putting the phrases “wear a bikini” and “Time Square on New Year’s Eve” together. Anyway, I’ve noticed that my days have felt pretty hectic and though there are probably several contributing factors, I’m leaning toward the school of thought that says your days feel more ordered when you start them out right. In general, I think I’ve found that to be true. I’m sure you see where this is headed.
I didn’t start out as a morning person, but when you have kids, you learn quickly that the early morning may be the only time the house is completely quiet. The dishwasher isn’t running, little feet are laying motionless* in beds, and any adults who are awake will usually have the sense to keep to themselves as they pull out of the early morning stupor. At least, that’s what it looks like in my perfect world.
*By motionless, I really just mean that the children (and their legs) are not upright and moving/walking around. Because if you’re my husband or one of my children, your feet (or toes, or ankles…) never stop moving. Seriously.
Anyway, for as long as I’ve been aware of the bliss of early morning silence, I’ve happily staggered out of bed around 6 o’clock. Anytime before 6 just feels wrong, but if I sleep in past 6? It’s like sleeping in. Hate it. I’ll be honest and say that lately, with the awful nights of sleep (in other words, no sleep) we’re getting around here, I’ve been giving myself license to sleep in and somehow, I never seem to feel better. Time for change, I say!
I haven’t really nailed it all down yet, but the new routine will definitely include waking up at 6, morning prayers, dressing for the day, breakfast, and planning out the rest of the day.
And seriously, I know that sounds incredibly exciting. I’ll stop before I do something crazy like inspire you to do the same. Yikes.
I’ve probably said this 7 thousand times before but I’ve been examining the content of my blog, the purpose of my blog, and the potential of my blog a lot lately. I haven’t arrived at any conclusions, but can you help me? Even if you don’t normally comment (and I can certainly understand because I have a horrible lurking habit), I’d so love your insight on ideas for the direction I should take. Are there any topics you’d like me to write on more often? Ultimately, this blog is primarily for me, but the thing is, if it was only for me, I could just as well write all of these things in my private journal. So please, weigh in if you feel inclined.
Some topics I’ve been mulling over:
– Homemaking (cooking/baking and methods, cleaning, healthy products, simple living, decorating)
– Marriage and mothering (biblical, healthful approaches to all things that fall under this category)
– Our faith (how we arrived at Orthodox Christianity, our transition into the Church, stories about our process of conversion, the kids’ adjustments, and what we’re learning as Protestants-turning-Orthodox)
I have a lot of firm convictions on a lot of different things and truthfully, I always shy away from publishing posts about those things because I just don’t know if it matters.
Does it matter? I’m not trying to be needy – but…does it matter?