Easing into it

I woke up to this photo posted onto facebook by Paul.

He was busy working late so dinner and bedtime were left solely in my hands for the first time since giving birth.  I was happy to have the simplicity of leftovers from a meal delivered the night before but the simple serving of it was disastrous (imagine screaming newborn + self served toddlers + food fight).  My mom was timely in returning a call to me in the middle of it, I begged her to admit motherhood was not easy.  She affirmed my frustration with a chuckle.

When we had eaten through the rest of the spaghetti and all the ranch dressing was wiped off the hands and out of the hair, I tucked them all in the easy way.  And that is what is pictured  above.

Easing out of the babymoon and into our normal rhythm has not been easy.  It's kind of been like the delicate dance one does when stepping into a too hot of bath, at first dip you instantly retract then try it again and again until you can comfortably keep your feet in.  That's where I am right now, I've got my feet in but not ready to fully submerge.

My bedroom has become the command center full of snacks, books, school work and toys.  By next week I hope to be knee deep in it and move the majority of the action back downstairs and maybe even
take a peak at the laundry.  

In the meantime it has been amusing to look back on the archives after Henry and George's birth here and here and realize where I'm at is actually very normal.