Shortly after I had my first baby I was watching Oprah-- a new mother asked a parenting expert when her life would return to a normal routine. The audience erupted with laughter and Oprah said in about 18 years, honey…
I’ve carried that moment with me around with all my new babies. I felt so bad for that woman! Life does return to “normal”. Her baby should be over 20 years old now—hopefully she figured it out.
I allow myself a year after having a baby to not even think about a normal routine. Just when one routine gets comfortable a new one begins. Every baby is different, every mother is different. And I myself am a pretty wacky one.
After I had a few kids I learned not to start projects like sewing. I try and wait a year. I want to focus on my baby, on getting back in shape. Otherwise I get so frustrated on why can’t I get anything done.
Do I sound like a know it all? This is more like a pep talk for myself really.
I like to think I’m the type of person that needs a clean house and complete organization. I can’t work on something for 10 minutes at a time. I need to sit and finish it, or I won’t do it. When I let myself slide emotionally and physically I let everything slide. (Which by the way, how come right after my 40th birthday I realize my rear is sliding into my legs? But that’s another post.)
Having said all that I really miss making stuff. Sawyer is almost 6 months old. He’s really wiggly and wakes up like 4 times a night (seriously- I’ve tried everything) but he smiles nonstop—even at 2:00 in the morning. He is so yummy right now! I think it all evens out. I know my day to make stuff will be here soon enough. I will be patient! My baby will be a big kid with smelly feet before I know it.