I know for a fact that my mother raised nine children, and she did it without farming us all out for a month every time a new baby was born.
I know for a fact that my sister comes to church with three children in tow — and they’re all dressed with matching socks and hair bows. Oh, and she’s dressed, too.
So then, I wonder, why is it that day after day, no matter how hard I try, by 11:00 all I have to show for my efforts is a dressed and clean baby who is fed and back asleep — while I am still unshowered, in my pj’s, sitting in the midst of the mess that little elves must make while we sleep at night. (The fact that I go to bed with a tidy house and wake up to clutter is a mystery I have yet to unravel. HOWEVER, my socks don’t disappear in the dryer. One less mystery for me to solve.)
And while we’re on the subject of “how do they do it”, what do I do when Jameson outgrows morning naps, but I need to take a shower? By baby #3, I suppose there are older siblings who can scream the alarm when the house catches on fire, or the baby is stuck between the rungs on the highchair, but what about with baby #1?
Maybe I’ll just cross that bridge when I get there. And maybe I should hurry up and take my walk while my baby-who-still-naps is napping. (Another question for another day: how do you exercise with more than one baby to juggle?)
P.S. Did you all get a good look at the photo below? Can you imagine waking up to that little face every morning? Even if it’s because he just spit up all over my sheets, it’s still the sweetest greeting I’ve ever gotten.