I have been in Brooklyn for 3 months now. I intended to journal about a Midwesterner's view of the big city. Actually, I have been so preoccupied with this new life style that I feel sort of like a 'New Yorker" already, so I hope I can still write about the new experiences.
First of all, my apologizes go out to ANYONE who may have read my blog entitled, 'Take time for yourself ' dated April 26 '09. A great reminder to myself that you should never preach or tell others what they 'should' do. (Thank you God for the reminder to be humble.)
In that post I said that everyone can take the 1st hr of each day for themselves. Well how about that young mother who needs to get the kids ready for the sitter or for school and still have time for her teeth and hair and hopefully a piece of toast, at least before leaving for work herself ? Sure, she could get up early for that precious 'one hour alone time', but is that wise after only 6 hrs of sleep?
I WAS that mother, how could I have forgotten! Shame on me.
I have a new 'role' in life. I have become a housewife. I have always wanted to be a housewife, but I was that young mother I just talked about instead. Now for the first time in my life I am staying home with the kids. I prepare supper on Mon and Wed. evenings for a a very appreciated son and daughter-in-law. I do the laundry.( the washer and dryer are on my floor and it only makes sense since I am home all day. Besides, I like sorting colors and folding fresh warm clothes. It is civil, it is organized,) I do not have to go to work. I love it. I also love 6:00 P.M. when the kids go back to their home and I am once again a single retired lady. If the kids are crying upstairs, I get to ignore it. I can sleep in on Sat mornings and do anything I desire on Saturdays and Sundays.
About that April post: I said that I did most of my thinking when I walking my dog, Sammie. Well, that was true then, but now the scene has changed a little. Picture this: My sweet little 2 month old Leo is on a harness type thing attached to my tummy (someone out there knows what they are called, but I don't...they do work great no matter what they are called.) O.K. back to the description. Baby is on my tummy, Lucy is either in the stroller, or on her scooter next to me and Sammie (the dog) is on his leash. Sammie wants to smell everything and Lucy wants to keep moving. Streets are tricky. Yes, I am still thinking; but this time is about survival.
I am back to blogging and it feels good.
1 comment:
It's so good to hear from you, Diane! It sounds like you're all nestled in and doing just fine. Maybe now that you're in a routine, you can post more often and let us know about life in the big city!
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