“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity.”
-Albert Einstein
Everyday I try to reconcile the idea of time in my mind. Our days typically go like this...well they don't really have a clear beginning or end thanks to a 5 month old that doesn't sleep...so we'll just start somewhere in the middle. We get our first wake-up call about 2 am. At this point I pray for a quick feeding and back to sleep. Second wake-up call will occur between 3:30 and 4:00 am...again quick feeding and back to sleep. I beg and beg for that time in between to go slowwwwwwwly! Then our alarm clock has the audacity to go off at 5. I convince myself that "just 5 more minutes" is all I need and hit the snooze (at least once). I guess you could say that's where our day really "begins".
We rush around like completely insane and unorganized people for about an hour and half. IF and that is a BIG IF, we make it out the door on time, it is almost guaranteed that we have forgotten something. So alas...no longer on time. During this time we pray for the clock to slow down just a bit.
Ok so now we are at work. Again...my mind is so confused about whether it wants the day to speed by so I can get home and see my babies or go slow so I can get through that mountain of work on my desk. Usually it falls somewhere in between.
Alright, we've made it through the work day. Time to go home maybe sneak a quick work out in, get dinner on the table...fight with the kid about eating his dinner, clean the kitchen and power through couple of loads of laundry. By this time its probably 7:30. Bedtime for the big boy is at 8...ok quick lets get some "quality time" in. We read books and play and steal glances at each other that say "is it bedtime yet?".
Bedtime comes and we do our singing/tucking in ritual. That lasts 5 minutes...we're up again! Rinse and repeat...approximately 4 times. Whew...one down one to go! We play the nurse until falls asleep game with Easton. And yes...I know that is a horrible habit. But hello...have you been reading this? We are exhausted! We do what must be done.
Once the baby is down we attempt to spend some time together. Usually this means sitting quietly for an hour (if we can stay awake) in front of a mindless TV show. I look around and see toys, clothes, shoes everywhere but I'm too tired to make myself care. All I can think is..."how do people do this?". Do other people have more than 24 hours in the day? I just don't get it. Perhaps I am really bad at time management? I choose to believe that is not the problem...because that would be admitting that its my fault we live in a chaotic house.
You must be exhausted after reading that...because I am after writing it! So what am I trying to get at by telling you the boring details of my day? My point is this... I am constantly afraid that my time with the boys is going way too fast! They are constantly changing, learning and doing new things. And the growing...can we just stop with the growing for a while! So yes, I realize that time is precious and goes too fast and all of that. BUT, I am also counting down the minutes to bedtime most nights. I'm sure there are some supermoms out there who are appalled at this. Please...share your secrets with me and maybe one day I can be a supermom too!
I simply need a few more hours in the day. This is a small request really... With that time I will actually clean my house and do the Mt. Everest pile of laundry! I might even get to spend some more quality time with my kids and achieve supermom status! Would that stop me from the bedtime countdown...probably not. But at least we would be counting down in less a less chaotic fashion!
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