I disappeared from my blogsphere recently not for lack of stories and pictures to share with friends and family. It's just that so much has happenend over the past three (four?) weeks. It's all got to do with this stay-at-home-mum (SAHM) business.
A friend asked me a few days ago how long have I been a SAHM. Fifteen months. Now 15 months isn't long compared to some of my friends who have been SAHMs days, months, or even years longer than me. I feel like I am still feeling my way around this whole SAHM business. The last few weeks have just been trying. By the time I finally tuck both boys in bed, I am exhausted. There is a glut of stories to share, but I can't seem to find the drive to pen them down.
It's not like there aren't happy stories. There are. Plenty of them. But all of a sudden, I felt tired of writing about them. Perhaps I am starting to doubt whether or not I am cut out to be a SAHM. And whether I am a good SAHM.
Anyway, enough of the depressing ramblings of a SAHM trying to sort out her issues. Christmas this year has just been wonderful. Kit crossed his 15mo mark just before Christmas, and he is starting to do toddler-like things including throwing tantrums. On a brighter note, Kai tells me he loves me every single day. I also started some new family traditions that I hope both boys will treasure for years to come. For one, Kai made his first Christmas ornament^, and I intend to help him (and Kit) make one every year from now on. Then when they are finally old enough, I can put them all in a box as a keepsake.
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