I know I’m in here, mixed in with Wife and Mommy, Chef and Housewife, Milkmaid and Wardrobe Manager. I find myself every now and then when the house is quiet and my brain has room to wander. I sit in front of the computer, fingers poised over the keys, ready and willing to write, to tidy my cluttered thoughts.
And then I’m gone again.
I need to dust. I need to put away that stack of books. I need to start on dinner, put away laundry, go, go, go, do, do, do.
I don’t even know what my current hobbies are. Playing Peekaboo and I’m Gonna Get You? Wiping butts? I’m reuniting with my passion for cooking now that my kiddos eat basically anything we eat, but a money and time budget only allow for so much playtime in the kitchen.
My family is my life, but I wonder if I’m giving them the best of me or if I’ve lost some of what makes me the best me I can be while I’m busy being the best wife/mom/housequeen I can be.