So I have a particular way of doing things. I like routine, I have a great appreciation for consistency. I thrive on structure. I am a creature of habit. One would think that a person of such character would have an easy time establishing new patterns.
Well it's been six years and twenty months since I had the distinct honor of becoming a mother (x2), and I'm still trying to get my $hit together.
Now the first baby is an adjustment, that is no lie. But eventually you find a rhythm and instinct kicks in. It was definitely a challenge leaving my first daughter at home when my maternity leave came to an end, but I quickly adapted to the constant lingering feeling of guilt and developed a schedule.
Enter baby #2 into the mix 4 1/2 years later.... I'm still struggling with general daily tasks.
Just getting dressed in the morning is a monumental achievement. I must float between three bedrooms during the entire process for about 25 minutes. As I am still draped in my bath towel and brushing my teeth I enter the bedroom of my oldest daughter to wake her up. Once she stirs, it's back to the bathroom to spit out my toothpaste and rinse. Next step is lotion for my face as I re-enter the bedroom to wake my daughter for the second time. By the time I'm done putting my hair products in, her feet FINALLY hit the floor.
Then it's onto the baby's room. At this point I have reached the stage of dress pants and bra. After I get the littlest one's diaper change, it's baby on hip back into the oldest's room. This is the point at which I threaten a day spent in her bedroom if she doesn't quickly finish getting dressed. Let's be honest, we all know this threat is a big fat lie.... BUT what other ammunition do I have?
At this stage in the process I am completely dressed, took me long enough right? Now its a pony tail for my daughter, down stairs and make breakfast, feed the fish (hate that damn fish), let out and feed the dog, gather lunches and back pack.
Hmmm. What am I forgetting? Always something. This routine never seems to go off without a hitch. Today I forgot to leave the car seats for the babysitter.
In the past I've left me travel mug (filled with my much needed caffeine fix) on the counter, forgotten to leave my husband car keys, left behind my lifeline of an iPhone (which at this point I have NO choice but to circle back to the house). Gone without breakfast or abandoned my lunch bag.
BUT, I've never forgotten to kiss my sweet angels or husband goodbye, never forgotten to tell them how much I love them, and that I wish them all a good day.
So even to know my life is messy and chaotic for a Mom who is addicted to process and routine, I guess I'm doing ok. Because at the end of the day, all that matters is that I never stop trying to give my kids and my hubby the very best of me.
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