I’ve been around, relaxing with my family, trying to plan for our trip, playing hundreds of games of Uno with Noah, nursing Eli, nursing a clogged duct and not really sleeping at night.
I’m so tired. I go to bed early, but then Eli wakes up at least three times a night. Last Thursday, we had seven interruptions during the night from the three kids and countless interruptions from Brian’s work. I woke up early for a newborn session in Chicago, was gone all day, attended a school function at night and collapsed on the couch after nine. I was running on negative energy. It was then that I realized I was dealing with a clogged duct. I knew I didn’t want mastitis, of course, so I did what I could to fight it. And I did.
I’ve been spending a lot of time dreaming about creative things, surrounding myself virtually with things I love without actually executing anything in real life. And of course, it goes without saying that I surrounded myself with family and that is such love but I love pretty things. I love clean things. I love to be inspired.
I dream about beds and white sheets and sleeping without interruption until the sunlight hits my face.
After waking up, I’m pretty sure I walk into the kitchen, where there are fresh flowers, cut from my garden, of course.
And my kitchen, with it’s ample natural light, not a crumb on the floor or a stain on the counter, the kitchen just waits for me to make coffee in it. Naturally, I’ll poor a cup for Brian. (the kids are still sleeping, obviously.)
Birds are chirping outside. Such a beautiful view, a beautiful sound.
We walk into the living room, coffee in hand. We sit in silence knowing that soon, our three babies will be joining us, begging us for Daddy’s famous pancakes. (I may have whispered in their ears the night before “be sure to ask for Daddy’s pancakes.” Because I love them just as much.)
I see birds outside and grab my camera, the flowers are blooming, I crack the window and can smell the sweet aroma. There is no ugly winter here. Nope. Not in my dreams.
That magnolia tree never fails to amaze me.
I hop into the shower after delicious pancakes and sweet hugs and play time with the family.
Spring puts me in the mood for my favorite bracelet. I go to my room and open my organized drawer, there it is. Not entangled with anything else, just waiting, peacefully, for me to place it on my wrist.
I walk into my office to download photos and to email a few clients. I promised to not work more than an hour today. (see where my assistant sits? She’s the best assistant ever.)
That promise to not work for long will be easy to keep since we plan to spend the whole day by the pool.
So, you see, it’s not that I haven’t been around, I’ve just been busy dreaming.
And not sleeping.
(all images found on Pinterest, of course.)