reflections
So, this is somewhat unusual. It's sunday evening which means its the end of the weekend; the second in a row where we haven't really done much, seen anyone, or had any plans. It feels a little bit strange to be honest! Maybe it shall do us good, though I doubt it will become the norm haha =)
This week in general hasn't been very ''normal'' - Maia has actually been poorly and off nursery with a stinking cold and eye infection and successfully managed to make mamma and daddy poorly too! Mark and Maia are ok now, but I'm still suffering and feeling more miserable than usual ; glad there is only 4.5 weeks left until D-Day!
Speaking of which, I am now officially on leave! Feels great knowing I will be able to take things easier and at my own pace ( or as much as I can with Maia in tow + the cold I have at the moment ) but it also feels strange to not be going to work tomorrow.
It feels different to going on maternity leave last time. Back then, it was a relief, a big whoop-di-whoop at finally being on the home stretch to becoming a mother, romanticising about beautiful lazy days spent with my newborn baby, becoming a yummy domestic goddess, having coffee with friends and being oh-so-good at socialising my little bundle at all the playgroups to avoid the dreaded unsociable monster child that can't be taken anywhere...
The rose-tinted spectacles are well and truly off. My dream of being that yummy mummy domestic goddess ,that not only bakes and cooks her husband a lovely meal each night, but does everything with gorgeous hair, polished pinkies and a killer outfit, is gone. Not so much gone perhaps, but taken a turn down the more realistic path ;)
I don't enjoy cooking. I rarely paint my nails. And the definition of a killer outfit...well, put it this way, like all new mothers experience after the first flush of newness, a little bit of sick on your jumper, or a loving cuddle turned snotwipe on your shoulder, isn't the end of the world.
It will be an interesting journey, transitioning from mother of one to mother of two, our fabulous family of three to four. One I am very much looking foward to, without as much dread as I had anticipated. After all, twice the amount of kids = twice the amount of love.
I wonder how Maia will take to it all. Not alot of things seem to faze her, she takes it all in her stride bless her :) If anyone has any tips on how to best deal with any jealousy issues please pass them on ;) Personally I think she will make a great big sister, but ofcourse I am biased!
Mark is really looking forward to watching the kids growing up, interacting with eachother, ganging up on us, and seeing them becoming their own persons. He's already planning for when he takes them on their first rafting trip, and can't wait to show them and teach them all the practical things that he loves. If they turn out even half as good as their daddy with regards to practical things I will be one more than proud mother <3
This weekend I have been reflecting alot on our lives and the directions they are going in. I'm sure I am far from alone in doing this, after what has happened in Oslo and Utoya. Our thoughts are with the poor families affected, words just seem to fail when trying to describe how hearing about a situation likes this makes you feel. I hope that man wakes up to reality and is tortured by his guilt for the rest of his life, and maybe then he can have an inkling of the pain and suffering he has afflicted on so many people. Loser!
Hope all is well with everyone, take care!
<3 Kim
