It’s been a rough few weeks. Time after a baby is born always istrying to find a new normal, but this time has been harder than usual.
Ellie’s started wetting the bed. It’s never happened before. Add that to the mountain of laundry.
The dryer failed. It tumbled but only blew cold. I juggled washing only enough that will fit on my clothesline and hanging clothes out to dry, planning around rain, while still keeping up with the laundry load around here. It’s enough to give me a mini panic attack when I consider being unable to do laundry. Blaine went to fix the dryer. It made a liar out of me and worked perfectly.
A child was caught not doing some schoolwork properly. I had to make the painful decision for that child to start the year over in two subjects, 100 days in. That one hurt. A lot. My summer break looks a whole lot different now.
Stellan cries. A lot. My sleep is limited and incredibly interrupted at this point.
We’re in the DTNT mode. Do The Next Thing. Function. Feed my family, provide clean clothes, educate. Keep on. It’s about all I can do.
I did buy a vacuum cleaner hose brush attachment to clean my living room bookshelves. Because in the midst of chaos, I need to see progress. Weird quirk, I suppose, but it’s my sanity. I might be sticking to the floor but darn it, I can dust now.
Elliot turned two yesterday. Saturday, we dropped everything and celebrated her. We opened gifts, ate cupcakes and homemade corn dogs. It was a great day.
She also nursed her baby. Because that’s important.
Here’s to doing the next thing that needs to be done, prioritizing life to bare minimum,
well fed babies, and clean bookshelves. And now, my next thing: a shower, while the baby thinks the swing is an acceptable place to hang out.