Mommy Time

Time becomes a funny thing when you’re a mommy.  Time seems to fly by as your babies grow yet somehow also seems to stand still as you meander through the day to day struggles and menial daily tasks.  Getting even the simplest tasks completed takes much longer and there never seems to be enough hours in the day to get things done or hours in the night to get enough sleep.

For me, mommyhood had warped time in another way, too.  Before having children I was always early places.  Sometimes I was as much as 20 or 30 minutes early to meet people or for appointments.  But it seems, as I have more children I struggle more with being on time.

When Honeybun came along, I noticed the shift and began arriving places only a few minutes early or barely on time.  I had trouble adjusting to the time it took to get her ready, including the extra-long feeding time she required.  But it was rarely enough to make us late places.

When Sugarplum joined us, I began being late.  Sometimes I would barely slip in on time but usually I would be just behind schedule.  I had trouble adjusting to how long it took to get the two girls loaded up to leave.  Especially when we were in Dublin and leaving the house required putting on shoes, coats, hats, mittens, gathering necessities and strapping everyone into the buggy, it seemed I was always rushing to catch the bus or the train or not be TOO late to meet a friend.

Now with Doodle in our lives, it seems I have no hope of ever getting anywhere on time.  Even when I think I’m doing good on time and will be someplace early, inevitably we are late.  I am struggling with getting out of the house.  I forget how long it takes to fill everyone’s waters that we always take with us (or find them in the first place) and I’m always having to do something at the last minute like grab something I forgot or change Doodle’s diaper.  Then there’s 3 car seats to do up and loading up whatever buggy I need for the place we’re going.  And there is almost always at least 1 hurdle of getting the girls in the car of not being able to find something or them not wanting to do what I ask them to do.  Throw in the horrific number of traffic lights we encounter every place we go and we’re doomed from the start.

I have aspirations to be better and more timely, I just haven’t yet figured out how!