This morning I was reminded of what it is like to have an infant. Although there is no child below two-years-old in my household and I do not know of the imminent arrival of one I feel like one has been here this morning.
First, I did not get much sleep. My fault for staying up and finishing the 1982 version of "The Scarlet Pimpernel" , the boys fault for waking me up at seven and demanding food.
Second, it took an hour to get them breakfast. Up and down and up and down and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk and sliced apples and oatmeal and water and hot tea in special cups from grandma and I finally sat down. Buffet, anyone?
After Andrew and James finished eating I looked around at the messy kitchen and all the dishes on the table and the late hour of completion of the first meal of the day and thought, "Yes, I remember this feeling." It is like this every day when there is an infant who eats every two hours.
I admire my friends who have infants at this moment. It takes a lot to give up a schedule and the feeling of normalcy that creeps in after weening. A baby always throws that feeling as far as the east is from the west.
And yet, I would like to have another one soon.
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And here it is 3 pm and all 4 kids are down for naps. Why, after 6 1/2 hours of sleep last night am I sitting in front of the computer when I should be napping? I guess because when I nap I don't get that feeling of doing something for myself. But when they wake up and I've not had a nap I sure wish I'd layed down. I better hurry and catch one!
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