I've discovered that 3pm is my witching hour. Not Wesleys. Mine. I get so tired and pissy, and desperately want to sleep. Of course, this is when Wes sleeps for only 30 to 40 minutes, and I wake up grumpy and ticked off.
I want to be grateful that I managed to get even 30 minutes, when many moms do not.
I want to enjoy my son at this age, because every day he gets older and changes.
I want to relish in taking care of him and doing the little things.
I want to let the laundry and dishes go.
I want to pick-up writing on my SLO blog again so I can have something that I define as "mine". I miss writing and researching about one of my favorite spots in the world. There are several times when I feel like I'm losing myself, and that's not good for me or my family.
I want to be grateful for the help that I do have.
I am grateful that my son is, for the most part, happy, patient, loving, and curious. I want to nurture those traits.
I want to be content.