From the heart of the twister

I feel so busy. How can I be so busy when I never go anywhere or do anything? Yeah, I'm a mom, but I've been a mom for eight years, so that's not news. How is it that I'm lucky to get two showers a week? Or have one sit-down meal a day? Or gaze out my window at the lost cause that is my plant bed/weed garden? Then I do some calculations:

20 times a day I feed a baby

10 times a day I change a baby

6 times a day I put a baby down to sleep

100s of times a day I pick a baby up, talk to a baby, kiss a baby, calm a baby, rock a baby, read to a baby, play with a baby...

There are a lot of babies.

And then of course I also have two other children (three if you count Dean, which of course I do). At least the weather is lovely.

I miss having time to read books. I miss sleep. I don't miss my life pre-babies, not for a minute. I love them completely and perhaps irrationally. They are undeniably AWESOME. But never let my endless singing of my awesome babies make you think I'm some kind of super mom who never has a down day and can do it all with a sparkling smile. Some days the extra pressure of writing books and all the other business stuff that goes with it feels like too much, and I wonder if I wasn't too hasty, if waiting until kids were grown up a bit wouldn't have been a better time to start my writing career. But then I take it back. Writing helps keep me sane, helps balance my life, keeps me from tipping over. I am so grateful for a creative outlet, for a chance to keep using my mind in the eye of this perfect storm.