Like A Revolving Door

My life is a series of constant activity. Many seasoned mothers have recommended that I find time to rest during the day and sleep while my children are napping. Although this is great advice, it is not possible with the schedules my children are on. They refuse to all sleep at the same time and even the boys nap at different moments.

Someone is always awake, it seems, regardless of the hour.

Yesterday, I put Eliza and Elliott down for a nap right after I took a waking Ezra out of the crib. Instead of begrudging the lost opportunity to finally have a minute (literally, a minute) alone, I enjoyed some one on one time with my youngest little one.

When Elliott woke up, Ezra was ready to go back to sleep, so I used all the same tricks and songs a second time around. Elliott didn't even realize I was doing an encore performance for him and giggled just as much as Ezra during our playtime. These boys demand attention and lucky for them (and me), they are surrounded by three adults most days.


The hardest part of my day, though, is making sure I have interacted with Eliza one on one. She is full of energy, and I often feel completely worn out after chasing her around outside for an hour. I do my best to keep up with her because I want her to feel like she is getting the attention she needs. I admit there are days when all I want to do is lay on the couch, turn on Nick Jr, and rest if both boys happen to be sleeping, but I have really been trying to get out of the house now that the weather is nice. Yesterday, Cheryl watched the boys while Eliza and I played outside and jumped on the trampoline. For the first time in months, I felt energized after jumping around with her, so maybe my body is getting used to physical activity again after months of bedrest.


Constantly going has become the typical day for us, and I am coming to terms with never having any "down" time. At the park today, a woman saw me pushing the twins and holding Eliza. She remarked, "You've got your hands full!" (I have heard this phrase a million times, but it doesn't bother me). I laughed and said, "You've got that right!"

I wouldn't have it any other way. Full hands, happy heart.