Oh, what I would give for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Our entire savings account maybe? A pinky finger? Certainly a little toe.
Right now, Allison is crying. It's nothing drastic, just her way of voicing her opinion about how much this new routine sucks. And, at the moment, I agree with her.
The past two days have been challenging to say the least. At times, though, I feel like Wonder Woman. I've known for a long time that I excel under pressure. In college, my schedule was so packed that I couldn't exist without my daily planner, and yet, I thrived trying to juggle all of my responsibilities. It was almost as if I overburdened myself to see if I could handle it.
Parenting and holding a full-time job feels oddly similar. I am amazed at how much I can now accomplish in 15 minutes at home. That's enough time for me to make sure Alli is situated in her glider, get the mail, empty the dishwasher, sterilize all the bottles, start a load of laundry, feed the dog, go to the bathroom and eat breakfast.
Those same 15 minutes before I was a mom? Just breakfast. And, actually, it was probably more like 25 minutes. Getting that last Cheerio used to take EFFORT.
These days, I have brief moments of calm where Allison is content to sit in her swing or inspect the toys on her play mat, and that's when I spring into action. I speed around the house like a madwoman. If a neighbor were to peek inside a window during those times, they probably would think I was being attacked by a swarm of bees.
But all of it isn't without consequence. If I allow myself to really stop and think about it, I'm completely exhausted.
I'm sure everything will get easier once we've all adjusted to our new schedule. Speaking of which, Alli has finally given in to her own exhaustion and drifted back to sleep.
That means it's time for me to do the same.
Here's to hoping she allows me another solid three hours before I have to don my big red cape again.