Hi Smallish friends! It’s been awhile since I’ve said hello without a resurrected archive post following. I hope you’re enjoying the first glimpses of spring (or fall, for those of you in the Southern Hemisphere!). I’ve spent the past several weeks adjusting to our new normal as a family of five in the Shoebox. Click through for a peek into our real life, which seriously demands a slower season…
Overall, we are doing really well. Caveman is working a new great job and loving it.The boys love their new sister. Little Lady is a sweet, beautiful, easy going baby. I am recovered and thankfully have the energy to at least keep up with the whirlwind of energy I am charged to manage.
Those of you who know what it is like to have an infant, however, know that a season of “survival mode” must be weathered since babies require so much focused care. Therefore “doing really well” with a newborn in the house certainly means something different from other stages of life.
Can I be real for a moment? Well, I’m always real. But I don’t often tell you about those less-than-shiny moments in the Shoebox. So allow me to open the door wide: it’s always a mess. Like, complete disaster zone all the time. I can’t keep up with laundry or dishes and organizing clothes is now something I can only do in daytime fantasies.
I’m tired. Like, so tired I cry in Target parking lots for silly reasons. One morning not so long ago I turned on the wrong burner and succeeded in cracking a glass bowl full of oranges instead of cooking oatmeal. Feeding myself is suddenly very difficult to find time to do; a good day is when I eat something more than the crusts of the boys’ sandwiches. Everybody always needs something from Mommy, and the days are a wild sprint from first noises to bedtime tuck-ins.
Put simply, I cannot handle anything besides mothering from sunup to sundown.
That’s just life with three children three and under, I guess. Lest the above description smack too negative, let me say this loud and clear: LIFE IS GOOD. Mothering these children is sweeter than cotton candy. It’s amusing. It’s fun. It’s a precious gift.
These days swell with hold-my-breath-amazing moments. My boys are hilarious. Hilarious. And so smart. It’s fascinating to watch them learn new facets of life every day. I am rediscovering amazing literature (The House On Pooh Corner is dazzling!) My daughter is gorgeous and simply a dream for whom to care. Her smiles and cuddles can seriously stop time. I marvel at my children’s long eyelashes and soft cheeks and the intelligence of brains that somehow my body grew from scratch. Crazy-no-time-for-anything else-mommying? I.love.this. I LOVE IT!
But I barely have time to feed myself each day and certainly no time to blog on a regular basis. This sweet, sticky, stinky, slobbery, sparkling season will be over all too soon, and I don’t want to miss it. I won’t. I want to look back and say that I gave these little years—these little humans—my all.
This sweet, sticky, stinky, slobbery, sparkling season will be over all too soon and I don’t want to miss it.
That’s a long way of saying that I won’t be posting weekly for awhile. I’ll still be around and will publish posts when I can manage, but more likely is that I’m managing nap times, playing trucks on a so-dirty-I-don’t-even-want-to-think-about-it floor and teaching letter sounds, which frankly is exactly what I should be doing.
I have lots of thoughts swirling around to share with you all though! I just can’t commit to a writing schedule at the moment.
Thanks for your grace and patience as we plod through this season. Thanks also for sticking around as I step back a couple keystrokes to concentrate on my kiddos. Chat soon………