Why I Have a Love/Hate Relationship With Organizing Blogs.

I love organizing blogs. I love the theory behind organizing as well as the great feeling I get when something has been successfully organized and LOOKS good.

I hate that no matter how hard I try, my drawers/closets NEVER look like this:

This is from the blog iHeartOrganizing. I'm addicted

Rather, I attempt that lovely organization and ten real life hits. It really ends up looking like a classic Pinterest fail. The cords won't stay wrapped, and I have WAY more small odds and ends than any of the organizing pros seem to have. Plus...well, a husband and a 2-year-old. They tend to quickly undo any organizing I try to do. 

My biggest organizing enemy? The sheer amount of crap we have. It's ridiculous. Both Ben and I have trouble getting rid of things "just in case" we need them later. We are I am constantly trying to get rid of things or find homes for things, and it's an epic fail.

Maybe when baby #2 gets a bit older and I can sell all of the baby crap we have, I'll have a fighting chance. Until then, it's an uphill battle that I am DEFINITELY losing.

Stick a Fork in Me, I'm DONE!

OK baby boy #2, you are welcome to make your entrance any day. Although I'm not willing to try anything to make him come early, I would not be disappointed if he decided to come now. Or yesterday.

It's no secret to those who know me that I don't enjoy pregnancy. I don't feel like I'm glowing, and I'm not one of those women who would be pregnant ALL THE TIME if I could. I'll just take the baby, thank you. I love the baby part. The pregnancy part...while it's fascinating and all, it's just not my cup of tea.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful to be able to have a successful pregnancy. After being told that I may never be able to have biological children, being at the tail end of my second pregnancy is truly amazing to me.  I love that the Dr was wrong, and soon I will have not one but TWO healthy baby boys to call my own. If you have been reading for a while, you know that we were in the process of filling out adoption paperwork when we found out that Finn was on his way.

But this second time around has been harder on me than the first time was. I'm more tired, I'm swollen, I'm achy...and I'm chasing an almost-2-year old around. Throw in that I've finally started working full time, and I just don't have anything left. Thankfully Finn is a GREAT independent player, and lets me rest with my feet up a lot to reduce this AWFUL, PAINFUL swelling that I've encountered in the third trimester. Seriously, my feet look like the Elephant Man. It's gross.

So, #2...we're waiting. Ready, willing, and waiting to get this show on the road and welcome you home. Even if big brother still has no idea that you're on your way. We're ready.

Getting Good with Myself

There are a lot of things I wish I was better at. Or that I felt/thought differently about. Like photography. I really wish I could take photos like my friend Andrea. You can see some of her work at her Facebook Page, Maddie B Photography. Seriously amazing. And she's going to help me get better, but I will never get to that level.

I get lucky every once in a while, usually with shots of Finn. But once in a while isn't what I'm going for.

I wish I had more compassion. I wish I didn't judge others. I wish I had more patience. But the reality is I have what I have, I am what I am. I need to deal with that. I need to be OK with that. Because the second I am, I will be more at peace and probably be more successful at improving myself in the areas I want to improve.

The good news lately is I'm getting there. Just going back to work full time has really helped. I find myself to be more attentive and involved at home, both with the other members of my family and when it comes to housework, etc. That's great! I just was not built to be a stay at home mom. It makes me become slovenly and a much bigger procrastinator than I would like.

Maternity leave will be interesting, just because I've gotten used to being out of the house all day in a few short weeks. I'll have to adjust. And then adjust again when I go back. The good news is that Monkey will continue to go to daycare part time while I'm home with our new arrival...good for him, good for me, good for baby brother.