Juggling

It's nap time, and once again I sit down to write. This is becoming a routine--maybe an addiction--that I rather like. I told my friend Krista (successful gardener and seamstress extraordinaire) in an e-mail this morning that my afternoon blog time is my outlet. And it really is. So for all of you who think I am neglecting my children by being such a faithful blogger, you are wrong. They are fed and peacefully sleeping, and I'm thrilled about my me-time. :)

Just as a side note before I begin, I am listening to some awesome music on this blog I stumbled across, Passionista. She always has a great playlist going, and it's relaxing to listen to during my blog time. Check it out if you want some good tunes.

This morning Andrew left for work before I woke up. I got up at 8am, just in time to prepare Leighton's breakfast before he woke up. Then began the juggling of all the things I needed to do. I think this will become the theme for this season of motherhood--juggling. See, with just one child, it was pretty easy to get my priorities straight. Wake up, change her diaper, feed her, then eat breakfast myself, entertain her in some way so I could shower and get ready, and so on. Well, this morning was a different beast entirely. My first time doing the morning routine alone, and...let's just say I'm really proud of myself that both children and I are dressed in something other than pajamas.

Eva woke up with a stinky diaper, but since I was feeding Leighton I had to make her sit in it. Then I decided to feed her breakfast before changing her diaper, because Leighton was stinky and his smelled alot worse. (Probably not the best basis for making my decision, but...whatever.) I sat her in her chair, changed Leighton and got him dressed, and finished feeding him. Then Eva's diaper. Then, I realized that if I didn't eat something IMMEDIATELY I was going to fall on the floor and die. (Is it normal to be so ravenously hungry all the time?) I set Leighton in his bouncer chair and Eva next to me on the couch (we don't have a kitchen table) to down a bowl of cereal before the next crisis. Leighton started crying, but I decided to finish eating (selfish? maybe...) before getting him what he needed. Which turned out to be more food. He must be on a growth spurt, because he went from eating 2 ounces to 4 1/2 ounces overnight. Little piggy.

My point is not to hash out my morning routine with you, my bored readers, but to say that being a mom of two requires alot more and alot faster decision-making ability. I didn't realize this until this morning. It seems like both kids need things, and need them NOW, and I feel like my brain is running circles trying to decide which need is more urgent and what to do first. I don't know how my hygiene habits are going to fare with this. I have to admit that there have been a couple days in the last 2 weeks where 3pm rolls around and I realize that I haven't brushed my teeth yet that day. (But I did make time for blogging, don't you worry. Priorities? HA!) I did eventually get a shower today, thanks to the heaven-sent gift of Signing Time videos. (Hey, don't judge me for using the television as a babysitter. Those videos are totally educational, and she loves them. And frankly, I didn't really care what she watched as long as I could get 5 minutes to wash the spit-up and milk off of me.)

So here's to the chaos of the morning time, and to the fact that Andrew doesn't have a true full-time job. (Thank you George Bush, but for real this time.) Oh, and to my dwindling brain cells. I hope they hold up under all this stress.

P.S. I made a treat after lunch that is yummy and easy: chocolate cornflake treats. I don't know what they're really called, but I got the recipe on the back of the Cornflake box.

1 c semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 c butterscotch chips

1/2 c peanut butter

5 c Cornflakes

You make them just like Rice Krispie treats. Eva loved it--mostly because I let her lick the spoon.