A year and a month ago life got so crazy, so chaotic, that the idea of keeping up with blogging never even entered the picture. Six months ago we went through another extreme shift and suddenly, writing seemed possible again. So I’m jumping in today, babystepping pathetically back, figuring out how to use the “brand new WordPress site” (which most likely isn’t actually brand new at all), resetting my long-forgotten password, stealing a few minutes to reacquaint myself with this.
We’ve gone from two kids, to our beautiful surprise baby girl, to two foster children for nine months. (Hmmm…nine months. How appropriate for a rebirth.) Now we’ve shifted back to our original three and have had a few months to get used to the idea of “just us” again. “Enough” has been a moving target over the past three years. Each time I get used to the idea of where we’re at, it changes. Again. Frequently.
I haven’t stopped thinking about it, though: what is enough? Getting ready for a new baby…moving in two kids and all their things…moving baby out of her room to use it for our foster son….moving older daughter’s things to make space in her room for our foster daughter…completely emptying a room downstairs to use as a bedroom for the baby…
What is enough? I definitely wish we’d had less “stuff” to move around last year, and I’d been purging for ages. (My husband did point out, Aren’t you glad you did all that simplifying before this started?) Now, after the kiddos have moved out and we’ve gotten a little back to normal, I’m starting to feel breathing room again, both physically and mentally. We’ll see where things go from here.