Where's the wind in my sails?

To life... Lechaim

You know sometimes, you feel like you're doing a really good job. Being a good mommy, you have happy children and a clean house. Ok ok, so those moments are few and far between. But, still, life is satisfying. Anyways, I haven't felt like that the past few days. No no, things haven't been bad, at all. But sometimes it gets a little boring, doing the same thing, day in and day out. Yes, scandalous, I said the B word. Bord. Do you ever feel bord of being a mom? Or parts of parenting, might be a better way to say it.

Seriously, how many of us feel all excited to change yet another poopy diaper.

Or wipe another snotty nose. Oh well, didn't have to anyways, they smeared it on my pants on the way by.

Or clean up more spills on the floor.

Or putting that two year old back into bed for the umpteenth time.

Or cooking yet another meal with kids clinging to your legs and screaming.

Or sweeping the floor. 10 minutes after it was swept. Someone spilled Cheerios all over the floor, again.

Or or or or or....

A lot of the time, I just don't really think about it. This is life, wild and crazy, life. And that's the way it is, and it's fine. Beautiful and chaotic. But then sometimes...

You realize that, yeah, I'm a person too.

I guess I'm pouting perhaps. I had an opportunity to play guitar for a young girls conference, with a fun band that I play with once a year for ladies conference. Anyways, I had to say no. The last conference I played for I was so so stressed. And I realized that it just wasn't my time in life right now to do these kinds of things.

But... I like it.

I miss playing guitar. I miss being in a band and jamming with a great group of ladies.

But... I'm too tired to enjoy it.

So, I wake up in the morning and plan my day. Schooling, cleaning, cooking, exercising (hopefully!) cleaning, talking, telling, teaching, cleaning, laundry, laundry, laundry, cleaning, organizing. And computing, avoiding all of the above. And some days, it's fine. And others... you remember the you that you used to be...

In the end. I would pick life, my children, my little passions that surround me every day. But sometimes... I wish I could do a bit of both?

What about you, what do you miss doing?