I don't know if I got bit by a radioactive momma spider when I was in the hospital or what, but ever since I came home I have been a crazy lunatic about getting things accomplished. It's like I never nested while pregnant, so I'm making up for lost time.
Yesterday I cleaned out our closets. Today I went to job #1, then job #2, ran, cooked supper, read 50 pages of my book (awesome awesome awesome book, by the way. I'll get to that later in the week), got ready for tomorrow, and am now calmly blogging before feeding my sweet child. I'll wake up at 2 A.M. to feed him again and then he'll wake me up at 6 A.M. and we will start the whole crazy cycle all over again.
I keep wondering if it's this hopped up Starbucks coffee I've been drinking.
I can get so discouraged sometimes about where my life is in the present moment. Sometimes I forget where I'm headed. I'm trying to always look to my future and Noah's future and Jordan's future and all the futures of those little futuristic siblings Noah will have someday (in the future).
But, for now, it helps to come home to this.