While my stomach often dictates my mood in this household, distractions are the best daily remedy. First, there's potty training. Johanna really could care less--I'm just ready to stop buying diapers for three children. Caroline has kindly shared her chart with her sister: so I guess it is more like a potty/earn-running-shoes chart.
Babies. A constant distraction--crawling Annabelle and healing Ainsleigh. As long as I know where Annabelle is, I don't need to worry about Ainsleigh.
And the newest distraction, and welcomed change, designing a set, something I've never done before. Scenic art and painting, yes. This is a perfect distraction--and one that reminds me of life before children. I'm excited to do it now with new perspective and definitely, on a time schedule (with a babysitter or Bobby around so I can go and paint).
But really, though, I'm learning to live around my constant discomforts. The past has revealed that this will go away and hopefully not return for a while. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and my mind elsewhere. Having kids keeps it elsewhere.