I hope you’ll excuse my absence last Thursday. I was with my sweetheart, celebrating our 21st anniversary. He was able to take the day off, so we enjoyed a leisurely, low-key day together. Among other things, we visited the church where we said “I do” half a lifetime ago.
We ate a light lunch at Pei Wei (my favorite source for fresh, inexpensive Asian food!), then spent hours at the McNay Art Museum, where we visited and shared a picnic lunch during our honeymoon.
Before heading home, we had some of the best pizza in town, from Florios. The people behind the counter spoke with Brooklyn/Italian accents, which made the pizza taste even better.
But I’m back for this week’s edition of 4 Moms, 35 Kids. This time we are talking about those long-ago days when we had only little ones – not quite as long ago as our honeymoon, but closer to that time period than this one. This is a question that comes up time and again, because those can be difficult times. Not surprisingly, I’ve posted about those days before. Here are two of my favorite posts:
If you’re asking the question, you probably already know that those are tired times. I’m struggling now to get enough sleep for a variety of reasons, but back then I just resigned myself to operating on a sleep deficit. It sounds discouraging when I say it that way, but you know what? I don’t remember it being so bad. I was young and energetic, and my body was able to adjust. I whine much more about sleep now than I did back then. I napped when the little ones did if at all possible, and muddled through the days that I couldn’t, but we all made it. We now have healthy, happy well-adjusted teens – plus some children who still infringe upon my Constitutional right to sleep.
Those days with all little ones are also busy days. I remember struggling just to keep up on cooking, dishes, and laundry. Never mind about dusting, mopping, daily baths, and three hot meals made from scratch every day. I pared down my daily duties to the bare essentials, and tried not to stress when I just couldn’t get everything done.
We focused on teaching first time obedience, especially before a new baby arrived. It was so much easier for me to sit and nurse a newborn if I didn’t have to get up every few minutes to deal with an unruly toddler who didn’t believe me when I gave a verbal command.
I often used nursing time to read stories aloud to the other little ones, feeding their minds while entertaining them and keeping them out of trouble.
I enlisted their “help” as often as I could. Even though they slowed me down, it was good to know they weren’t off discovering new methods of chaos and destruction. And of course we were making memories together!
It was a fun, crazy, sleepless time, with some days (and nights) stretching into infinity while others slipped by entirely unnoticed, leaving me staring at the calendar dazed and confused. I’m thankful to be past that season of life now, but oddly enough that description fits this season of life just as well. Maybe that’s just life?
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