mun·dane
ˌmənˈdān/
adjective
- 1.lacking interest or excitement; dull."seeking a way out of his mundane, humdrum existence"
synonyms: humdrum, dull, boring, tedious, monotonous, tiresome, wearisome, unexciting,
uninteresting, uninvolving, uneventful, unvarying, unremarkable,
repetitive, repetitious, routine, ordinary, everyday, day-to-day, run-of-the-mill, commonplace, workaday.
Lately our days have seemed to run through the same cycle; we have weekly activities (which are great, and keep me sane), playing, laundry, dishes, nursing, napping, rocking, more playing, trying to get five quiet minutes to enjoy my coffee while it's hot- and trying not to feel guilty if I don't do anything "productive" while Nathan naps. Rinse and repeat.
It's funny how staying at home with Nathan just blends together, I'm very much an extrovert and if I didn't force myself out of the house (even if it's just to sing ridiculous songs at the library- with other moms and babies)- I could easily go the entirety of the day without talking to anyone. This would be a recipe for disaster, I'm sure of it. Our days are only really the last part of the above definition- because even if my days seem "mundane", they are far from unremarkable.
I'm striving hard each day, even if it's just brief moments to find beauty. When I'm wiping up spit up off the clean shirt I just put on, I'm grateful that our son is well fed and breastfeeding has gone well for us; when I'm rocking and shushing for what seems like an eternity, I'm grateful that I can be the one at home comforting him and providing security; when I'm cleaning up the mess and feeling like our house is a disaster, I'm grateful that we have a safe home- and have more than we need.
I'm grateful for family and friends (some, who are like family to us) who support us, lift us up, and are here to share in this journey with us.
Having a healthy, happy, growing son in itself is a beautifully remarkable thing.
I'm striving hard each day, even if it's just brief moments to find beauty. When I'm wiping up spit up off the clean shirt I just put on, I'm grateful that our son is well fed and breastfeeding has gone well for us; when I'm rocking and shushing for what seems like an eternity, I'm grateful that I can be the one at home comforting him and providing security; when I'm cleaning up the mess and feeling like our house is a disaster, I'm grateful that we have a safe home- and have more than we need.
I'm grateful for family and friends (some, who are like family to us) who support us, lift us up, and are here to share in this journey with us.
This kid has my whole heart, even when he scowls.
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