My life wasn’t always like this, you know. I used to be able to carve some time out of nearly any kind of week. It didn’t matter what kind of week it was at work, I could find the time in the evenings or even in the mornings. But that’s not how my time works anymore. It’s so full. Being a parent does that. When I get home from work, the pace actually increases. Some weeks, Monday feels like the break that Fridays used to be.
That doesn’t mean that my time is bad. It’s just full. In some ways, it’s so full I don’t even notice it. The pace of an hour will speed up or slow down by two or three times, sometimes in the same hour. Feeding schedules are suddenly behind track, and then comes bath time, and playing with bubbles makes the clock stop. Then there’s a diaper change and into the pajamas and before I know it’s seven-thirty and then dinner and cleaning bottles and mercy, I’m in bed and the alarm is already going off. Full.
So there you go, there’s my blog post this week. Was a weekly post of meaningful discourse on the discoveries of parenthood a little too ambitious? Probably. Oh well. If you’re a parent who reads this blog, then I’m sure your week is just as full and this short little dispatch will give you a few extra minutes in your busy week. Perhaps we can find time to carve out of next week’s schedule. For now, I’m full.