Happy me, happy them, happy us

I’ve been busy. It’s a poor excuse for teasing you with blog posts and then just as abruptly stopping again.

Here’s the thing, I’m working on life balance. And life happiness. I’m working on less time with electronics and more time doing other things. I’m turning the tv off, putting my phone on the counter, and doing things for me. Well, most of the time they benefit my family but it’s all wrapped up in the same. What I’ve learned is happy mom, happy family, happy life. It’s inner-laced.

I’m spending at least 30 minutes exercising or doing yoga each night. I’m picking up the house in under 30 minutes and focusing on the items that take me less than one minute to complete. I’m doing small loads of laundry throughout the week. I’m spending at least 30 minutes a day reading. And I’m making sure I get 8-9 hours of sleep at least 5 days a week. And those things basically mean that I start when Maximus goes to bed and once I’m done with them, I go to bed.

I miss the Internet and my online friends, but I need to get myself into a happy, healthy routine. Most of these things already feel like second nature to me. I hope that once I do them automatically, then I’ll become more efficient and will be able to squeeze more things in. After all, writing brings me happiness too. But so does sleep, so I’m having a hard time justifying early mornings or late nights spent writing. Even if my husband keeps giving me gentle reminders that I could get an hour of writing in each morning if I got up at 5:30. That suggestion basically ranks as lowest on my list of life at this point.

Also, I’m still working on this next baby. We find out TODAY whether Baby Leger version 2.0 is a boy or a girl! With my lack of Interneting I’ve been bad about baby updates. Welcome to #2 kid, you’ll love it or hate it! I’m doing well and growing every day practically. We’re very excited to find out what the sex is and start some solid planning! Once that starts happening Maximus will surely realize something is up at our house. (And Wrigley will definitely ask to go live somewhere else, until he remembers that another baby means another toddler to throw him food.) Until then, Maximus is adjusting to people touching my stomach and wonders why everyone keeps doing it. He’s got a good block move though, climb up and sit on the tummy. No one can touch it then! Earlier this week he could have felt the baby moving but his diaper was probably absorbing it. Soon enough he’s going to know what this little sibling really thinks of him banging on it’s safe shelter.

Stayed tuned for the big gender reveal! I’m not sure what Maximus has up his sleeve yet, but I’m sure it’ll be good! 😉