This is incredibly true.
There are moments that seem to stretch and I feel like I’m drowning in slow motion. And then, all of a sudden, it’s Wednesday and I’m doing laundry…again. Didn’t I JUST wash those diapers? And a million onesies? They’ve just discovered their fingers and hands, and then, all of a sudden, they’re grabbing their feet and trying to suck on their toes. They’re screaming during the dreaded tummy time and then, all of a sudden, I’m folding laundry and look away for a few minutes and D has rolled himself halfway across the living room (the room is small so it’s not that far of a distance, but still…).
Time is slipping through my fingers, and the moments that I do have to myself when I’m not gritting my teeth or just watching them in awe and adoration as they blow raspberries at me (although not at 3 am, which is when A loves to show off), I try to maximize for myself. Back in the day (I guess, 5 months ago), I could and would take my time and be almost leisurely about everything, whether figuring out what to make in the kitchen for a snack or going through my Google Reader and catching up on blogs. I’d sit with a book for hours until I finished it in one sitting or take a delicious nap curled up in bed, maybe waking up and then falling back asleep for a few more minutes. I’d spend more than a minute and a half brushing my teeth, and let myself take long, luxurious showers, like a cleansing baptism every morning.
Now, as soon as the babies close their eyes for their early morning nap, I take a quick doze on the dog-couch (I’ve become adept at falling asleep quickly and deeply on Ellis’ throne during the day). Or I read a few pages on the Kindle. Or I jump on Facebook. Or I try to eek out a few sentences for a blog post. Or I glug some coffee and scarf a handful of Goldfish crackers and a spoonful of Nutella. The key for me to keep my sanity with this huge change has been to:
SET THE BAR LOW.
Or as another good friend has reminded me – focus on survival…Just day-to-day survival, and make the most of what I can when I can. It’s actually a great skill in a way. So, I try to savor those few pages, or the few sentences, or the few bites, or the few status updates…the few minutes, even if they are quick and short. I don’t have time to be bitter or grumpy (though I really still am a lot of the time for which I feel entitled to blame sleep deprivation), so I’m thankful I have any space and time at all. And the other key, kind of one of the mantras that keep’s me going:
IT’S JUST A PHASE.
I hope. I guess only time will tell…