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Monday Musings

One of these days, it’s going to be Monday and I’m going to wake up and feel slightly ahead of the curve… today is not that day. Although, to be honest, I’m not exactly stressed out about my to-do list today… I just don’t have Slade’s 7 month letter ready, which was supposed to be today’s post, and it would’ve only been 10 days late. But, I guess if I’m going to be 10 days late then I can be 11 days late… right?

Right.

I’ll tell you what though, living constantly behind the curve can be massively stressful. I’m learning {the hard way} what boundaries look like. Specifically, boundaries over my time. And that I need them. I don’t just kinda need them, I NEED them. I received a crash course in the need for boundaries the week that my house had the flu and my family came into town simultaneously. I wanted nothing more than to spend 4 blissful days hanging out with my family but felt pulled every which way, and stressed to the max, which left me crying in a bathroom stall at IHOP on my mother’s birthday. Not OK! Boundaries!!! I need time boundaries! I’m juggling a ton of plates right now, and it’s almost like I have to say “this plate gets this much time in the air… this other one gets this much time.” “This is a big plate {husband/kids} you get the most.” Does that make sense? Figuring out what can be sacrificed and where, and the best way to do it… it takes lots of second guessing and a ton of wisdom from smarter people than me, but we’re getting there.

I’ve decided that starting a business is a whole lot like teaching an infant to swim! Hence the feeling like my head is underwater sometimes and feeling like I’m making strides in the right direction other times. I’m waiting for the moment where it sinks in that I know how to swim. Ah! I can’t wait!!! So much of what I read from other journeys of opening photography businesses this is a constant theme… the photography comes naturally, the business not so much. But, that’s ok! Who doesn’t love a good challenge and learning things one slow step at a time! ;-)

In other news, I have lists running through my head constantly these days. My life is a list. And, if you and I have something planned that I don’t write down on my calendar… well, you can just assume that I will forget. Or double book. Or forget. I have lists for the business. Lists for the blog. I need add more things to my blog list. Lists for the store. Lists for the house. Wish lists. Needs lists. Lists, lists, lists! I tend to line my lists up and then pick one from one of them when I have time to work on anything. It’s not a perfect system, but it’s a moderately working system and it’ll do for now.

On one of my lists for the blog is part of the revamp that Cat is helping me with. I was recently picked up by Blogher TV network to host an ad on the site. So, you’re going to see that soon. It’s {i think} one of those like 15 second video ad thingamajigs. I’m testing it out, so it might stay for a while, and it might not. But, while it does, just keep in mind that I get paid every time you let the ad run it’s full length. ;-) My goal is to eventually work this blog into a source of revenue for my family, without compromising the integrity of what it is. So, that’s my promise to you {and myself}. I blog because I love it… if I can make money at the same time doing what I love, then fantastic. My focus is to get Rebecca Harvin Photography up and running and then focus on the money side of blogging and then run them both simultaneously. Lofty ideas… huh?

Also on my list is to write a post about Love and Marriage and Baby #2. I’ve had one in the draft stage for months now and haven’t had the right words {or the courage} to post it. But, last night I got permission from Brad to write it, and to write honestly… and so probably Thursday it’s going to be up. Or, if it seems like it’s going to turn into more than 1 post, I’ll wait for next Monday. But, it’s coming. I’m excited to finally write about the subject… without question, our marriage took the hardest hit after Slade arrived. Even just writing this little paragraph makes me want to write and write and write!

On that note, naptime is over… see you tomorrow with Slade’s 7 month letter.

Happy Monday Ya’ll!

a full plate

It’s 8:05 in the morning, and the next 40 minutes will be my only “free” minutes for the next 8-12 hours. When I realized that, all I wanted to do was go lay in bed and vegetate! Had I not had a toddler and a baby entertaining themselves in the living room, that might have been feasible, especially since my wake up call came at 6:40. It was the worst type of betrayal by my body too… no child woke me up, I just had to use the bathroom. Really????

Self, don’t you know you’re supposed to grab every second of sleep that you’re able to, especially when you have a teething baby underfoot????

I digress.

But, at 6:40 when my body betrayed me one of my first thoughts was “I could use this time to get some work done.” Which was immediately followed up by, “Who the heck are you trying to kid? You don’t get out of bed before 7. Go back to bed and just lay there. It didn’t matter anyways, Slade woke up about 5 minutes later, and Zoe followed him by about 3.

But, my point is, when I’m waking up at 6:40 in the morning and my first thought is, “I could use this time to get some work done.” My plate is full. I’ve never been one to really enjoy a full plate. I enjoy a mostly full plate. Does that make sense? I like to be busy. I like to have a full calendar. I don’t like feeling like I can’t get ahead of anything in my life. Which is exactly how I feel now. Yesterday {Wednesday}, Brad asked me if I had a plan for the dishes in the sink. Dishes I’d used a full 24 hours before {Tuesday} cooking zucchini bread. I told him that he could leave them there and I would get to them Friday… the next time I had a chunk of free time in my schedule. I cooked on Tuesday… the next time I had to get to the dishes is Friday.

Get in line, dishes. Get in line.

And, it’s not like “I can’t do the dishes because I need to catch up on the Big Bang Theory”. No, he asked me at 9:30 at night, when I’d been working for the better part of the hour, and would still be working 1 1/2 hours later on a chapter in a book that I’m helping my boss write.

Which, makes my schedule yesterday:

get up, feed kids, edit the last of the pictures from the weekend photo shoot, dress the kids, realize that I’m out of diapers, rummage around until I can find enough to last until 7pm when I would have a chance to go to the store, leave the house and head towards Wednesday bible study, leave bible study and get a phone call from Brad asking to bring him lunch, pick up lunch, take Brad lunch, leave Brad and head straight to work, work until 5, pick up dinner on the way home {thank you Dominos}, feed kids, play with Zoe, go to the store to buy diapers, get home at 8 and give baths, feed Slade, put kids to bed, rest for 15 minutes, start working and work until 11, Slade woke up at 11 right before we went to bed, take care of Slade/convince him to go back to sleep, crawl into bed at 11:40pm.

Sprinkle that schedule with breastfeeding a 5 months old, diaper changes, and answering approximately 1 million questions from a 2 year old… and you have my day.

But, here’s the thing. Even though I feel constantly overwhelmed with the feeling of being behind, everything on my plate is necessary to this season in my life. So, there’s nothing that’s going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Raising kids in this season of life is all-consuming. That alone can fill your day and wipe you out. Starting a business is all-consuming. Doing both at the same time… while there’s still even more irons in the fire. Well, it just becomes a question of time management.

So, that’s where I am. If I miss a day or two around here {which I have been doing a lot lately} it’s not because I don’t want to write. Trust me… I do. It’s just that I don’t have a spare second of my day to write.

Happy Thursday Ya’ll!

PS. As I just posted this I remembered that I was supposed to use this time to get dinner in the crock pot because we’re leaving the house at 9:15 and won’t be back until 5. Shit.