Even as I am typing this sentence I have a child on my lap, fidgety, fussy and wanting to be held. Demanding all of my attention. Sucking up all of my energy. I have no time for myself and consider days when I get to shower a success.
For 20 out of the 24 hours a day I am on the go in one way or another. My job now is very different from the job I had when Caiden was a baby. I get to work at 8:00 and leave at 5:00 with a 20 minute lunch break around 11:30 that is usually interrupted so I can escort a student to Recovery or cover some one's class so they can have a bathroom break. The rest of my day is spent in front of the class teaching or walking around the room helping kids one on one.
When I get home I am usually on my own until Jay gets home around 7:00. This time is spent fixing dinner for the boys, getting their bag ready for the next day, washing bottles, feeding animals and playing. When Daddy gets home we give the boys a bath then take turns putting the boys to bed. This usually starts at 8:00 with Caiden and ends between 9-10 with Lincoln. He is getting better about going down but some nights it takes a few hours to get him settled so he can fall asleep. By this time in the evening we are so sleepy we may watch one of our shows in the DVR but some nights we just go straight to bed.
As you can see this leaves little time for us to do anything, including housework. We pretty much live in filth right now and rarely have clean clothes for work because if we do have time to do a load of laundry in the evening it is usually to clean Lincoln's clothes that have spit up on them or Caiden's clothes because he had an accident that day or our sheets because our cats have spit up a hairball on them at some point in the day.
All of this and somehow, I am still loving every bit of being a mother of two. There are definitely easy days and hard days but I would never say good or bad days. They are all good. Even the ones where I have been up all night with a wide-eyed, hungry baby who only wants to "snack" and play. I still love it. I wouldn't change anything for the world. I love watching how my older son interacts with my younger son. I love how my younger son lights up when he hears his older brother's voice.
All I can say is that we are so blessed. I think this every day and thank God for all I have. It may not be a lot but it is so much.
1 comment:
I got a couple tears when I read the last paragraph. I like how you put it. All days are good, just some of them are easy, and some are hard". Your boys are BE-U-TI-FUL!
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