Have you ever got that feeling of when you just spent a good chunk of time writing a long email or journaling your thoughts and then it all disappears? It leaves you will an empty pit in your stomach. That is what happened with this post. My few loyal fans may have seen it for the brief time it was up. However, because I started writing this post on one computer and ended it on another, my dear hubby didn’t realize that and was trying to be thoughtful and saved over it with just the few lines I had managed to get out before Abel started crying. Which is ironic being that I was writing about my new love for 7 PM. I started writing this post at 4 PM, but didn’t finish till after 7 PM.
Anyway, I’m going to give this post one more shot and if it comes out anything like the other one, well, then I will just have to give myself a pat on the back.
This post originally started out something like this:
I come alive at 7:00 PM.
My sweet Abel has an early bedtime of 7:00 PM. Don’t get me wrong. I love spending every moment possible with my precious guy. How could I not? He greets me with the biggest smile, gives me fat wet kisses, cuddles with me, makes me laugh all day long with his silly antics…
BUT…
Since he requires my FULL attention, it can be hard to get other tasks around the house done. Chores like cleaning the house, making calls or sending emails for my business, working on photo projects (you get the idea) all take a back seat during the day. But at 7 PM I come alive. The second my little man is in bed, I start running around like a crazy person. I can get more done in one night then I can during a 5 day week. There are days when I impress myself and get a lot more accomplished during the day, but most days, days like today, it all happens after 7 PM. I am learning to become a night owl. This is new for me. Just ask Seth or my old roommates. I was the first in bed at our college apartment. Friends would be downstairs living it up, but I would just say “good night” and head to bed upstairs. My roommates couldn’t believe how rude I could be, but to me it wasn’t rude, it was “hey, this is my house and if you want to stay and hang out then that is fine, but I am going to bed.” I am usually in bed passed out by the time Seth is ready for bed. He tries to talk to me when he finally is getting into bed and most nights I ramble something back that makes no sense, but then I can’t even remember the conversation in the morning. BUT, life is changing. 7 PM is my new time to come alive. For the next 4-5 hours I kick my booty in gear and “get ‘er done”.
I’ll leave you with this photo of my Mom, Abel’s adoring grandmother and FREE babysitter. (I wouldn’t be half of who I am today without this amazing woman in my life.) I love this photo. Maybe because Abel looks half her size or maybe because I can’t resist his chubby thighs. Don’t you just want to squeeze those thighs? I know you do. No worries, I squeeze them enough for all of us.
