The baby–who really ought to be sleeping through the night by now (your siblings were!)–keeps waking up. Repeatedly. Math lessons are interrupted for character correction. We take a detour from the regularly scheduled program to talk families and who is related to whom and how and what’s our new cousin’s name again? The to-do list gets bumped by the baby who must be carried or be climbing up my legs. (Tip: don’t wear elastic waist pants during this season of baby-life.) The sending to do chores becomes the supervising of chores. And I wonder when will all these interruptions stop so I can get back to life.
But the “interruptions” are life. And there are only two things you can do when that realization hits: 1) hide under the bed with the leftover Halloween candy or 2) say, “Okay then,” and get busy living.
I haven’t grabbed the candy bucket . . . yet.
2 responses to “Life’s Interruptions”
This is so true. I even wrote a post about “Real Life”, but I need daily…or maybe hourly reminders.
Renae, I blame women’s magazines, etc. (even some blogs!) that give great tips on nice, neat, workable schedules, but fail to factor in exploding diapers and children who are acting like . . . well, children! They create a false sense of normalcy, when normal is anything but neat and orderly. In my life, anyway.