This morning at 5 a.m. was the official one-month mark since baby #5 arrived. It has felt like the opposite of the saying that “the days are long but the years are short.” I feel like the individual days have gone quickly. Blink and it is 10 p.m. again and I’m trying to figure out if I got to everything in short spurts of time between feedings and pumpings and various other kid and work obligations. On the other hand, Christmas seems like a lifetime ago.
I am doing my best to continue to spend time with the other children. This morning, by some miracle, I managed to get one-on-one time with everyone. I fed the baby (of course). I sat with my 7th grader while he had breakfast. I took the 4th grader to a before-school activity. I stood at the bus stop for a few minutes with the 2nd grader. I drove the preschooler to his school. One result: I was at T-plus 3.5 hours after waking up before I actually finished my breakfast. (I did enjoy a pleasant two cups of coffee while reading — I could have eaten breakfast in there instead, so I suppose that was a choice).
I try to reflect, at the end of the day, on what went right. This helps me not feel so scattered (and there is reason to feel scattered: I started writing this short post at 8:45 a.m. and did not finish until mid-day). This helps me dwell less on what went wrong too — and there are a multitude of options in this category as well. One slightly funny one: the 5-year-old discovered the real word that people mean when they say “oh fudge” and he started yelling it over and over again. He also blatantly cheated in our game of Candy Land. Nice. But there’s usually something positive in the three categories of career, relationships, self. Yesterday, I wrote a draft of an article for a publication I’m excited to be writing for. I took the 5-year-old to his karate belt testing. Just me and him. He was excited to have me there and waved and smiled at me in between counting in Korean and doing his kicks and punches (and not dropping f-bombs). I went for what the step tracker on my phone said was a 2.4 mile run. I really feel like it was farther than that (I’m not *that* slow) but what do I know. It’s nice to be able to run outside in January.
And in between all this I served as the sole food source for an infant who is going through a growth spurt. So life continues along, and we have made it through the first month. And then, before too long, the baby will be cheating at Candy Land. It all happens in time.