Winds of Change

We've outnumbered ourselves, and here are just a few ways you can tell:

• I have ten minutes of free time, and I have to carefully weigh which task to do first – dishes, laundry, pick-up, shower, vacuuming, etc…
• Nursing takes on the average of a three- to four-hour chunk of my day, and I have to figure out what to do with my two older kids in the meantime.
• Changes of clothes happen on both Caleb and myself every feeding due to his spit-up or
  other bodily excretions.
• I’m learning how to nurse while walking around the house; it’s an art form, truly.
• I’m also learning how to wipe my older kids' bottoms left-handed (because my right arm is holding the baby to my right breast), or call for help when I can’t figure out how.
• Laundry is an everyday thing now, sometimes more than one load.
• The den (Caleb’s nursery) is closed due to a napping baby or toddler, so the laundry has to go in shifts, which means that some days it sits in the dryer, waiting for someone to wake up so I can go through the den and into the garage, where the washer and dryer are, and retrieve them, or it sits folded in the laundry basket, waiting for a child to wake up so that I can put it away in the drawers in their rooms.
• Dishwasher runs every day also, sometimes twice a day.
• Essential pieces of my purse have now found their new home in the diaper bag.
• I look forward to when the girls will be able to wipe their own noses.
• Building conflict resolution into my children's character is now a huge part of my job title; doing it with patience is something being built into my character.
• I’m overcome with joy when I see an adult walking to my door, especially if they’re coming to help.
• I find myself praying that all three children will nap at the same time.
• In general, I pray a lot more than I used to.