My first post at my (hopefully) permanent domain name, under my very own name.
My hope for this space is that I can generate a steady writing routine here. This is for selfish, self-care reasons: my mental health suffers when I don’t write on a regular basis. Instead of trying to fit my writing to a niche, I will either write about what’s on my mind or what’s going on in life. Sometimes I will share posts on social media, sometimes I may not. This will be a stream-of-consciousness, journal-style space.
As has become usual, it was pretty excruciating to get up this morning and I was useless in getting the boys ready for school, other than to keep Porter company while he ate his breakfast.
I need to get back to making a daily to-do list the night before. When I was in the habit, I knew what to expect from my day. As it is now, I have a nebulous idea of what I want to accomplish each day, but there is no plan.
The New Favorite Sweater
Yesterday was a pretty momentous day, in a couple of ways: I finished a sweater I have been coveting for at least two years. Last year, I made a wool sweater for my sister-in-law. The sweaters are very labor-intensive, though, so it took me a full year to get up the energy to start another one.
I finished it off with an antique button from my Nannie’s first cousin Inez:
Now it is nearing bedtime and Oliver, my ever-vigilant cuddle bug, has fallen asleep on my shoulder. I don’t know what I ever did to earn this level of devotion from Oliver, but I’ll take it.
The reality is that all three of my boys are cuddly in their own way. Porter, my gangly teen, rarely requests or initiates a hug, but he never ever turns one down. And it’s Liam who often comes to tuck me in at night if I am in the bed before it’s his bedtime. He is never going to miss his goodnight hug.
I am one lucky mama.