Domestic Goddess Who?

Where has time gone? I can't believe that my baby girl will soon be 6 months old. As a stay-at-home mom, time is sometimes the enemy and creeps on you without mercy. So many things to do around the house and yet, so little time. The Sahara desert has taken residence in my bookshelf. My precious books haven't been touched in months. The Baby First Album remains empty, so does my wedding one for that matter (shameful, I know). Alas, the domestic goddess in me is suffering from domestic mortality.  Even the plants are fighting an untimely death (the weather doesn't help). I tell myself that when she is old enough for daycare, I will reclaim the projects and ideas that are simmering inside my head eager to see the light of day. Until then, I just need to come up for air periodically and wait for the tide to turn.

But what mother would be so foolish as to wish for their children to grow up quickly? That's just insane right? Well, sometimes in the deep,dark sleep-deprived mindless nights, I secretly wish she was 10 years old and someone I can have a partially intellectual conversation with about, well, time.  I know, this too will have its time in the future, so for now I just have to sit tight, keep coming up for air and continue to guard the domestic goddess's torch in hopes that she'll be willing to shed some light into the struggles of managing time and creativity around a 6 month old baby, who happens to me my life.