My day usually starts around 4 AM with a loud cry from my one year old asking for a drink . I stumble out of bed and head into the kitchen to give her , her much desired drink. While I am up I fix bottles for the day, I go into the bathroom wash my face and brush my teeth and I return to bed only to get back up 2 hours later. At 6;30 AM its breakfast time. I encourage the babies to eat fast and quiet and then we sing a few quiet songs , you know the ones that mention shhhh and go to sleep in them . Then we watch one television show preferably on one of those channels that don’t show color. We snuggle up together for a one hr nap and guess what it starts all the way back over again. I stumble back into the kitchen for a drink this time juice. I wash and fix more bottles for the baby , we eat egg whites for lunch and toast. I hold up flash cards with letters and numbers as I make up the bed. I realized just the other day I don’t care what letter they say when I hold up the card I am just glad that they are seated and quiet. I am quit amazed when they do know the correct letter considering there is not a lot of teaching going on here. I go back into the bathroom this time bringing the baby girls with me, we wash our faces and brush our teeth . I comb hair, and put their clothes on , I hurry to shake my hair down and apply eyeliner and mascara before the baby wakes up. And then we watch Nickjr for one hour. We make a trip to the mailbox that should take about 2 seconds but in our world it takes 10 minutes because I take the time to answer all the questions about the ground and what dirt is and the pine needles around the trees . Pk asks the same questions everyday , why is the ground hot or why is it cold and can I eat this or do you like the flowers. We walk around the house for few more minutes , they pretend to play football like their big brother Pier, Carrington runs away without fail and we can never find her. Its always funny to her when she runs from behind a bush and says HEY. I am overwhelmed with joy when I see that one yawn because I know that nap time is near. Into their playroom they go , simulating things they have seen me do during the day. I wash a load of clothes and vacuum the house while they play one more snack before their 2:30 nap this time its fruit. There is my second yawn, its on , its nap time. I cannot wait til they are out. After nap time Daddy the Super Star is home from work and its his time to love on the kids. I am alarmed that all the manners and quiet behavior that they gathered from me during the day is thrown out the window when Daddy comes home. Its officially play time all over again, screams are loud things are torn up, drinks are spilled, I just finished cleaning and I have to do it all over again. I get 25 minutes of me time and then this thing starts all over again. No breaks , no vacations , no all night sleep. What has my life turned into? Who am I again? Mommy? Waitress? MAID? Wife?
Through out all of this I realized I have missed an entire year. Where has 2013 gone ? Did I sleep through it ? Was I in a coma? What happened to my dreams of grander? Do I look the same? Have I aged? Is that an extra grey hair? Is this screen blurry? Peyton is in what grade? He’s how tall? Pier is doing what? I signed him up for that ? I volunteered for what? I can’t remember anything. Taking a deep breath… I realize I need to slow down and smell the roses.
My mother told me not to be so concentrated on the babies growing up that you forget to live. What wise words she gave me . I am so concentrated on naps and getting passed 3 PM that I have forgot to live. I have 137 days of this year to live , watch me make it the best 137 days of 2013. What’s your plans for the next 137 days? Watch what I do!!!!