There is a very long list of things I want to do right now.
Nothing especially important, but important to me. I want to sit at the computer and blog. I want to reply to emails. I want to organize certain pesky drawers and cabinets. I particularly want to move everything from our two small diaper bags (one for D, one for C) into our single, larger diaper bag.
But no. I am not doing any of those things.
I am lying down.
In my bed.
Typing this entry on my phone.
Even though I only took sixish weeks of “maternity leave” (a.k.a. I’m self-employed and choosing not to work or get paid), I still can’t just STOP and do nothing. It’s not my nature.
But I am forcing myself to lie down and nap — or at least rest — almost every day, when toddler D is napping. Baby C is sleeping next to me. She will probably wake me up to nurse as soon as I fall asleep, but at least I’m trying.
In just a few weeks, I’ll be running full-tilt all the time. Two kids under two. Freelancing. Housework. Cooking. Laundry.
I will look back and slap myself if I don’t at least TRY to rest now, while I can.
So good night.