The six week mark
September 16, 2010 by Shannon
Phew. We’ve hit the six week mark. I feel like I should win some sort of prize or something.
Life hasn’t been too rough, actually. Certainly there are times that I want to crawl in the closet, pound a few glasses of wine and pass out from sheer exhaustion, all at the same time. (Oh, if only a person could multi-task in such a way.) But largely, life has been pretty manageable. However, I can credit much of my sanity to my mom and in-laws, who take Kellan off my hands quite regularly so I can focus on caring for Ella. And there’s also my best friend, who flew in for a weekend to offer an extra pair of hands and fill my freezer with home-cooked dinners. I don’t know what I’d do without them.
Kellan started preschool this week and Ella is sleeping quite well at night, so I’m looking forward to the fall ahead. I’m hoping I’ll have a little more time and energy to devote to this blog. Actually, if I could just remember to write down ideas for blog posts when I have them, I might have something to write about when I actually have a few precious minutes to sit down – without distractions – at the computer. Otherwise you just get boring drivel like this. This is like one big Facebook status update.
Ummm, let’s see. What else?
- I haven’t left the house much during the past six weeks. One week I went from Monday to Sunday without venturing any further than the mailbox.
- Because I haven’t left the house very often, I pretty much feel like hugging every other parent I see at Kellan’s preschool. How good it feels to talk to people who are more than 3 feet tall!
- I’m stunned at the fact that the trees in our backyard are turning yellow. How can it be fall already? I feel like I’ve been in some mysterious time warp. As if I went to sleep in May and am just waking up now, expecting summer to start.
- I’m watching my son watercolor himself instead of the paper in front of him, and I don’t really care. The baby’s sleeping soundly and Kellan is occupied. These moments don’t come often, and even though it involves considerable messiness that I’ll have to clean up later, I’ll take it.
- I’ve gone to the grocery store on my own exactly two times in six weeks. My last attempt was last week, and although I miraculously got a parking spot right near the front door, I managed to dump Kellan’s entire folder of preschool papers in the parking lot (I hope I recovered all of them) and forget my shopping list. It’ll get easier, right? Or maybe grocery shopping with two kids is one of those things that only gets harder.
(Editor’s note: At this point during my blog writing bliss, Kellan dumped the entire container of dirty, pitch black watercoloring dipping water all over the table and himself, at which point I lost all inspiration to continue writing. So, uh…the end.)
Comments (4)
It gets a bit easier, or rather you get used to it.
As Kellan gets older he’ll be able to help with things more, definitely harness that! I was a total wreck for awhile, but I didn’t even know it until a year or so had gone by, you definitely can lose yourself when you’re busy with two little ones. We’ve gotten into good routines, you’ll find your way too.
Yeah, what Sadie said. Personally, I try never to go to the grocery store w/ both kids. Or anywhere, really, besides the playground.
Hang in there! As far as grocery shopping goes, the babysitting room at Fred Meyer rocks. You can drop off preschoolers (they have to be potty-trained for obvious reasons) and spend up to an hour shopping, no charge, no tipping allowed. Bliss. Nina actually asks me if we can go shopping because she likes to play in that little room so much.
6 weeks already… see how fast time goes by? Grocery shopping with two kids doesn’t get easier the older they get, I have to say… OMG, my 2.5 year old is a terror in the grocery store! NIGHTMARE!