Stop, Drop and Blog

We’re in an interesting and workable groove over here at the FireHouse. I wrote before about how I was getting used to parenting two. I’m continuing to slip into the role, taking on the Overtired Mother of Two role quite well. I’ve started making actual dinners instead of heating up a frozen pizza. I’m mostly caught up on laundry, diaper and clothing alike. I’ve started making it to Wednesday night Bible Study as well instead of just Sunday morning service. And the morning groove we’ve hit is working for me.

It’s going to change now that I wrote that, isn’t it?

You see, it’s just nice. BigBrother is waking up sometime in the early seven o’clock hour. Sure, that’s rather early after a night of feeding and cuddling and otherwise parenting into the early morning hours with LittleBrother. But you can’t explain that to a two year old. So, you roll out of bed, fumble for your glasses on the nightstand, throw on your robe and start your day. BigBrother and I mosy out to the living area. He settles in with books and toys while I get his milk and waffle. He eats and plays while I work. For about two hours.

That’s right. Two hours.

LittleBrother has been sleeping well into the nine o’clock hour for about four days now. That gives me enough time to do my editing work and write one article and, apparently, a blog over here as well. Also? I can have a cup of coffee (or two) and my yogurt without holding a baby as well. If I didn’t desperately need to use that time to get work done, I’d probably also shower. But showering is overrated when you have kids, dontcha know? They’re just going to spit up on you. Or, if you have a night like we had the other night, pee on you. And I’m not talking LittleBrother either. (Apparently our evening groove needs some work.)

I did nothing to create this, let me tell you. I’m just taking full advantage of what has been going on. I know that infants change their sleep patterns more than toddlers change diapers so I’m awaiting yet another change. Of course, now that he’s officially two months (and one day) old, wouldn’t it be nice if the next change was sleeping through the night? BigBrother did. And yet, when I look at the two of them, I know that LittleBrother is cutting his own path through life. I’m thinking that sleeping through the night is totally not important to him right now. And that’s okay. I work in my robe.