Routine

Things are finally starting to settle into place, and it has taken my parents being in town for me to see that. Brian is out of town on a fishing trip with his family for the week, and my parents have graciously come here to VA to help me with the three kiddos. Today, when we were all getting lunch ready for the kiddos, I realized how quick my pace of life is. I'm so used to rushing around - filling up one cup and tossing it to Em, then quickly making a bottle and handing it to Drew, etc., etc... - that I think I had my parents' heads spinning this afternoon!! And I'm now used to having to let one kid cry while I get the other 2 taken care of, simply because what that one child needs will take more time to do. For example, giving the girls lunch and then sitting down to give Drew a bottle - he will cry while I fix their food, but I have to feed them first, otherwise they'd be waiting for much longer than Drew would be to get his bottle. You have to make split-second decisions on priorities - whose crying is more urgent, whose needs are more necessary to meet at that exact moment in time? These are things my parents haven't had to deal with in a long time, and they just aren't used to the crying and activity of our daily routine. I feel kind of bad about it! But at the same time, it reaffirmed to me that I am surviving and thriving, and that's a great feeling :)