Tuesday, August 21, 2018


Y'all. I don't think I have ever been bored, like I am now, since becoming a mom. I mean, who has time to be bored when you're a mom? Me! Apparently I do. It has been a long boring summer for us. I've tried to dig down and figure out why and it hit me. It's because of our move.
Don't get me wrong, I love our house. It's finished and decorated how I want and it feels like home. What we don't have anymore though is our neighborhood community. I know I frequently mentioned how much I loved our previous neighborhood. It was a place where everyone knew everyone. It was very social and friendly and I loved it. I knew leaving it would be the hardest part about moving. And it has been. Our neighborhood now is SO new. I would guess maybe 20 homes exist and they're all very spread out. It will grow and have hundreds of homes one day but that obviously takes time. So I basically feel like I have no neighbors and live in a construction zone. It kinda stinks honestly.
Whenever I was bored or needed some adult interaction, it was so easy to have that at my old neighborhood. I'd just walk outside. Someone was always outside walking their dog, in their yard, or playing at the park. I would be able to chat and pass the time away.
It makes you realize how important community is. It's good for your soul and mind. I'll get community back one day. My street in particular is filling up quickly and I think by this time next year it will feel so different. For now though, it's quiet and a little lonely. It's an adjustment for sure.

On a completely unrelated note: we always wash and change our sheets on Saturday or Sunday. We washed them this past Saturday night and when I crawled in them I mentioned to Scott that I wish I could have fresh clean sheets every single night. Now I wish I could take that statement back because, in fact, that "wish" has come true. Thanks to all types of spills and accidents, I have had to wash and change my sheets every single day this week. And I can't blame this all on the kids either. On Sunday morning I was laying in bed drinking my coffee and I spilled it everywhere. I was so frustrated at myself. Campbell said to me "it's okay Mommy, everyone makes mistakes." Ha. I love him.

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