Despite the fact that I find them endlessly annoying, I need to write an open letter to my blog. It needs to know I feel sorry for neglecting it. I’m just going to get it out of my system real quick, if y’all don’t mind.
I miss you. I named you before I named my baby (officially, at least.) There are so many silly things just bouncing around in my mind that I want to tell you about, but what with the baby and all, they are just going to continue bouncing. I promise that someday soon, we will have our day in the sun again.
Somehow, now that B is home for the summer, it seems as though I have less time to get my daily activities done, and blogging has fallen by the wayside. Actually, though, I think him being home is just a red herring. In the past week, Miss C has come alive, Peter Frampton style. A lot of people commented in the weeks following her birth that they were amazed that I was finding time to blog and comment and all that. Well, back then it was easy because all she did was eat and sleep. I would just park the iPad on whatever side she wasn’t on and get to blogging when I wasn’t gazing at her, amazed at this little being we had created.
Well, all of a sudden she is a real human being who is awake during normal business hours and loves to be engaged. She plays, she watches, she smiles, she acts like a person instead of a bag of sugar. I love talking to her and hearing her babble and coo back, so that’s a lot of what I’ve been doing. Even if she is perfectly capable of hanging out in her Pack N’ Play and batting at the mobile like a little kitten all by herself, I can’t very well just leave her. She’s just too dang adorable to go unnoticed.
So time is of the essence. It’s flying by way too fast and sometimes doing the laundry and making silly faces at The Girl takes a priority over blogging.
I am moving at a snail’s pace getting stuff done. Only yesterday were we finally able to make the trip to the county courthouse to pick up Miss C’s birth certificate. We received her Social Security card in the mail nearly seven weeks ago. When the SSA outpaces you, you know you’re too slow.
I was intrigued when Bellissimom tagged me in a little game asking me how I find the time to get my stuff done. I think it’s geared towards new parents, but any big change in one’s life requires re-prioritizing and reorganizing of their daily rituals. Bellissimom asked me how I find the time to get my shiznit done, and in true new-parent fashion, here I am weeks later with some answers.
So, how do I find the time to….
…do the laundry? I am mental – MENTAL – about the laundry. It’s one of those things that I can’t concentrate on anything else if I know it’s sitting in a corner plotting a way to get grosser and stinkier than it already is. I’m on a mission to get it done in the same way that the pilot of the Enola Gay was on a mission. I will bomb that pile of mess to kingdom come, even if it means getting up super early or staying up late to do it. It’s me against spittuppy onesies, and I aim to win. Oh, and we’re going to transition to clothe diapers next week, so the fun will just continue.
…write a blog post? The same way I “find the time” to get my kid to sleep; ie, wait for the cosmos to conk her out. The ball’s in her court on this one. The blog is basically about her, and at this point in her nine-week life, she dictates when I hammer out these posts.
…be the parent you want to be?
…find time for yourself? Bellisimom separated these last two questions but I am going to squish them together. I find the time to be the parent I want to be by setting aside a little bit of time each day for myself. Every night without fail, B takes over Miss C care at 9:30PM – whether she’s sleeping, eating, or crying – and I am 100% off duty for at least four hours or until she stirs past 1:30AM. I shut the door to our bedroom and read baby books about her development, pray for her, and read non-baby books for me. Right now I am chasing Brazelton with A Clockwork Orange. My reading and meditation time makes me sane. It gives me something to look forward to each day. I can reflect on my role as a mother, learn about Miss C’s development, just do a little something for myself. It keeps me balanced, and Miss C deserves a balanced mom.
According to the rules of this game, I am now supposed to tag three people to play. Here’s who I choose:
Now for my questions for them. I think I am technically supposed to answer my own questions too, but you’ve heard enough from me today already.
How do you find the time to…
…read something purely for pleasure?
…cook something special OR eat at your favorite restaurant?
…shut off the world?
So for the people that I have just tagged, here are the rules:
- Please post the rules;
- When answering the questions, give as much information as possible;
- Leave a comment on Sex, drugs, rocker…and stroller, baby. This is so we can keep track of the meme and take a polite nose into everyone else’s lives; Emily talking now, I didn’t do this. Laundry called.
- Tag 3 or more people and link to them on your blog. Add new questions, delete old questions and play about with the rules.