Honestly things have not felt "normal" in about 1.5 years. For real. First there was "get used to being pregnant/we're gonna have a baby" normal, then there was "I want to die i feel so bad" normal, then "i'm as big as a house" normal, then "quit my job" normal.
Then Rye was born. There was nothing normal about that.
Then we moved into "i'm so tired, i can't believe i have a baby" normal. Finally we got that under control and then Trevor left for Japan so we moved into "Single mom" normal. Then Trev got back and immediately started working at TN Rand in his "spare" time, I'll call that "almost like single mom" normal. Now we are back from vacation, Trev has dropped the extra work and we are adjusting to the new "i don't have a name for it yet" normal.
I'm finally realizing what over 1/2 of you are thinking to yourself now.
Kids=constant change=never normal.
Those of you know i'm not so good with change, unless i initiate it and then still, it's hard for me. So....things are good, things are under control, i feel like i have a handle on this whole being a mom thing (as much as you can, i guess). I'm able to freelance and paint and still do all those "stay at home" mom things...so i guess that's pretty good. It feels pretty good at least. Course today Rye decided that he didn't want his morning nap for the first time....ever. He's also begun scooting around the room. Yet again, the times, they are a changing.













