"Oh Eliah, Little 'Liah Len"
(to the tune of "Little 'Liza Jane")
Holy smokes. I am up to my eyeballs in tomatoes and crookneck squash and pickling cucumbers. It is best not to think about it too much or my mind goes into gridlock. Eegads.
I've realized that I am going to be in "maintenance mode" this year. No frivolities, very little experimentation, sticking almost entirely to the basics. I thought last year was hard (and it was). But this preservation season feels like it might swallow me whole.
I think it is because of "Little 'Liah Len's" age. 14 months. He's into everything, climbing whatever he can get on, and has absolutely no sense of how to keep himself safe (so very normal, of course). Blaine has him mostly covered on weekend; but he wants his mama like every toddler does, so I am pulled to the wayside for regular snuggle breaks. Which I love, of course, but it becomes my own personal speed bump. Times ten.
My current thoughts on the subject is to do as much as I can during the day (weekends being the big push), then stay up for a few hours after everyone else is in bed. I've done it a few times already and it provides a major boost on keeping things under control.