The boys are quickly coming up on three. I guess I have to assume I am as dialed in to being a mommy as I will be. We last moved over a month ago. We have been in Vegas for over two years. Yet I am still at a loss for having done anything that is just me. What I mean is- I have no hobby, I don't volunteer, I hardly remember to write in my blog, no crafting or cooking or even exercise.
I go to work, come home and hang out with the boys, make dinner, put them to bed, clean up and watch TV or read. Is that sad? I feel like I should have something that I do, that defines me, makes me more interesting, but I am just always tired and want to zone out. What happened to the me of my past. I wanted to be involved, I was creative and tried things.
I can go months without even think of my lack of a life past mommy and than all of the sudden it hits my like a wall of bricks. What have I done for the last three years? What is my life beyond the walls of my house. What mark am I making on the world, or at least what am I crafting to hang on my walls? I don't know the answer, there a lot of things that interest me but yet I feel pretty content at the end of most days. If you have any suggestions please let me know.