Finding things to keep myself sane in small town Montana has proved difficult recently. I have enough time on my hand to do little things like crochet and stream tv shows on netflix and hulu plus, but I don't have enough time to sit down and start working on a writing project that has become fully developed in my head. I have enough time to write this blog post, but not enough time to write my stories. That's what happens during the church Lenten season; being just busy enough to not be able to do what I really want to do, but having enough time that I need to find things to fill it up with so I don't go crazy from boredom.
My son, Preston is now 20 months old. He takes a lot of energy to watch after because he has discovered his climbing abilities, as well as curiosity about everything he sees. I constantly have to make sure he is not getting into things he shouldn't be getting into. It's exhausting and fun to see him learn and love learning. He loves to read and be read to. He's my miracle child and he's amazing.
So you may be wondering how I even have time to do anything for myself. It's called nap time. And he takes long naps. Lately his naps have been anywhere from 2 1/2 to almost 4 hrs. So while he is sleeping I have time to myself to do whatever I want to. You may be wondering why that much time is not enough time to work on my stories, etc.... Well the best explanation is that I get preoccupied with what I am doing and forget about everything else. So if Preston woke up from his nap in the middle of what I was working on, one of two things would happen: 1) I'd ignore it until I was at a place I felt I could stop and easily pick up where I left off; or 2) I'd go and get him and completely lose my train of thought and end up scrapping what I had been working on and feel like I wasted several hours of my life on crap. Damn being a perfectionist!
And I've also been very homesick for my friends and family and Minnesota. Please don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to be anywhere, where my husband and son are not, but sometimes I sit at home and wonder what my life would be like if I lived closer to friends. Of course, several of my favorite people are not even in Minnesota. Some are out east, one goes back and forth between MN and Canada (that would be you VB!), one is in Washington state, a few are even in Montana. Our friends that live the closest to us in Montana are a little over 2 hrs away so it is hard for us to get together very often. Our other friends who live in Montana are over 4 hrs away, so we hardly ever see each other, except for at synod events. I've made a few "friends" here in the small town we live in, but they are more acquaintances who I see every once in a while, rather than soul bearing, really love for each other friends. But this too shall pass and I continually pray for sooner rather than later.
But every once in a while, we find something fun to go do as a family, which is what my next post will be about. Not everything here is terrible. The nature here is friggin' amazing as you will see. :)
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