Apparently, Mother’s Day is this weekend. This is what I’ve been told, at least. To me, it feels like it snuck up on us this year. Of course, I’ve been in a newborn coma for the last seven weeks so that could have something to do with it.
Plus, I’m just not feeling it this year. I don’t know, maybe it’s having three kids, two of them under two that is making me feel this way. It’s as if I’m too busy to have a Mother’s Day. That sounds absurd, doesn’t it? I mean, I say that and then I turn on “The Today Show” this morning and they have the Duggar family on there and with their SEVENTEEN children around them, they announce they are expecting another. That’ll mean 18 children total. And here I am spazed out by THREE?
What a pussy.
But still. While we’ve found a sort of groove to exist in, our lives are definitely not what they were. Going out to eat is a feat. Shoot, leaving the house is a feat. And when we’re at home, it’s a matter of keeping Liam happy and out of mischief and holding Evie as much as is humanly possible because for a good 80% of the day that’s what she insists on. It doesn’t leave a lot of extra time for anything else. In fact, if I didn’t have a laptop, you all would probably never see me. I’m able to write blog posts (though the average post takes a good couple of hours to tap out), surf blogs, etc. It’s a good thing I don’t need to do anything much more involved online than that. At least most of the time.
But dishes? Cleaning bathrooms? Laundry outside of cloth diapers? It gets done when I have time, which is rather unpredictable. Shoot, even taking showers is unpredictable. I have to be like a ninja, slipping under the spray when I can distract Evie and/or Liam for 10 minutes.
It won’t always be like this, I know that. Evie will gain more independence as the months go by and I will get better at juggling everything I need to juggle. I don’t know when it’ll start getting easier, but it will.
In the meantime, I’m not holding my breath for Mother’s Day. If I don’t have time to worry about it, then my husband certainly doesn’t. Here in a couple years, when things settle down, we can worry about brunches and breakfasts in bed and gifts and fanfare and all of that. This year, I’ll be happy with a couple of cards (homemade or not) and some snuggles with my treasures. Come to think of it, that sounds pretty awesome, doesn’t it?
