I need a head lamp, AND, I think I'm Becoming my Mother

It is about 9:20 pm, I was just outside--working in my yard! I put Watson down for bed around 9 pm and really was kicking myself for not using my time more wisely today. I did attend a gardening class at Thanksgiving Point--thank you, Scott, for spending time with Watson while I picked the brain of the instructor.  However, not much else got accomplished. I've been itching to get out to my yard and get my hands dirty and my plants in order. Due to my massivity last August and my C-section and brand new baby recovery through September and October and November, my yard has been a bit neglected. It bugs me every time I drive home. I still have plants that need cutting back and the weeds are starting to green up quick. I can't seem to figure out the best way to keep Watson busy outside while I work (but last Saturday he managed an hour or so staying occupied and happy in a little exer-saucer.) And, he isn't consistently napping for a long enough period of time where it makes sense for me to get dirty and get something done.  I've got to get this figured out because a pretty yard and a little vegetable garden are part of what makes me me.
So, this leads me to tonight, gardening by the porch and street light. I didn't do much but cut a few things back and clean up some of the leaves I could see. I think I'm a little crazy for doing it at this time of night. But, it reminds of the time my mom wanted to paint her mailbox--it was summertime, and warm outside, and my mom always has a list of "to do's" that take a little while to "get done." I think she finally got to the mailbox around 10 o'clock, out there with her paints and water and flashlight. I remember thinking she was a little bit crazy, but now, I get it. My priority is my kids. I love spending time with them. I feel joy EVERY SINGLE DAY because of them. So I guess the next 18 years or so will be with me doing some little crazy thing because I can't quite fit it in while the boys are up and about. IAnd I guess I need to dig out Scott's headlamp so I'm better prepared the next time my gardening itch needs to be scratched after dark.