Time
I guess that that's where I'll start, since lack thereof kept me from blogging for so long. And part of it, I must admit, is the self-perpetuating busy-ness that prevents me from getting anything done because I'm so hung up on what I should be doing next. I haven't learned the Zen lessons from Sydney and from Jack very well.
There is, however, the fact that a toddler takes up WAAAAaaaayyy more time than a mewling little baby. Stick the little baby in its carrier, change its diaper, stick a boob or a bottle or a binky in its mouth and it's happy. Toddlers have an agenda. And the real trick here is that they don't let you in on what the agenda is. Especially when said toddler is decidedly non-verbal, like Jack. So, all day, from Tuesday afternoon until Saturday when Rama gets here at 11 and I breathe a sigh of relief, I am chasing, cajoling, playing, coaching, protecting, teaching, learning from, listening to Jack. And most of the time it's a lot of fun, although putting the stuffed animals in a line for the 25th time or pushing Jack around on his rocket until every single vertebra in my back is ready to explode can be tiring and sometimes tedious. Oh, and if you were thinking that surely I would have time to write or read or do some housework while Jack is playing, then clearly you have not spent much time in the company of a toddler, all of whom know exactly when you are not paying rapt attention to them and will choose that time to climb onto the windowsill or to start pulling on your leg/hair/arm/other available body part until you provide complete attention again. They also like doing things that they like to do, so ideas of having a little angel play with some toys in the carriage while you shop/eat/drink a cup of coffee/pee should be banished from your head right now. They want the playground. They want to walk. They want to explore. They want to throw things. And they will do all of this and more in the nice dress shop/coffee shop/bookstore.
So, it's exhausting. How all of you people out there with more than one (and especially you people out there with multiples, like Motherhood Mentor Heather) do it is beyond me. I would be in a fatigue-induced coma.
Right, fatigue, so that's the other time-consuming thing. Between the work schedule and having a job that's physically as well as mentally demanding and the Jack-about, I am exhausted. So, I've been napping when he does, which is, right now, still twice a day (although I hear that it will be going to once a day sometime soon. He does love that morning nap, though.)
So that's a little bit of what's been eating up my time. And, speaking of fatigue, it's Saturday afternoon and Rama has arrived to play with my little manikin, so that means that I should be jumping into bed and snoozing until Kevin wakes me up to go to work. The very good thing about being so exhausted is that I can sleep anytime, anywhere. Kevin tells me that he can't nap and I say to him, "You're not tired enough, then!"
11:36:59 AM 
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