Moms don't have too many days in the year that are NOT crazy, do we? There is always so much going on: laundry to do, meals to cook, messes to clean, people to listen to and care for and worry about. There is also always not enough time to do it all, and not enough time - or any time at all, sometimes- left for relaxing, soaking in the joys of the day and of your family, and catching your breath.
When I first became a mom, this was a hard adjustment to me. I was used to having time to do everything I wanted. Work at a job I loved, see friends all the time, go out wherever, whenever, read a lot, relax often, try new things, shop, sleep. Going from that to basically, well, the opposite of that took some time for me to get used to. But now, not only am I totally used to it (what does "sleeping in" even mean? My 4 year old tells me it means sleeping past sunrise, ha!) I have embraced it.
I've grown to love and thrive off of the sleepy haze I exist in; how else can I ignore the constant chaos in my house? Or have an excuse for drinking all that coffee and eating all that chocolate? And the constant noise and chatter: who needs to finish a sentence when I can't even finish a full thought without 15 new ones popping in my head? This is a skill I've learned from my little one and, wow, is it wonderful. And the paint and crayon and stickers and glitter all over everything I own, I've come to see as welcome new color in my life- no need for hiring a decorator or buying expensive wallpaper or fancy clothes! As for living in imaginary play land all day, well, the days and nights are more fun and memorable with non-stop visits from dragons and fairies, aren't they?
Do you miss your calmer, quieter past, or do you love the crazy chaos of motherhood?