Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Running in SloMo

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie. The character is running but the film is in slow motion. Slow blinks, one foot in front of the other and then BAM the fricken light post. I mean, I'm living. I'm loving staying at home with my buddies, but life just seems to be one big stretch of a running scene in slow motion. I've barely been running!

I try to remind myself, every day, that the kids are only this little once. In a year, Turner's not going to be telling me he's "gonna dit" me, Eli's not going to be nursing and sticking his fingers in my mouth and up my nose. Turner won't be listening to my heart with his Cookie Monster stethoscope or asking "Tan you tiss it?" I will sorely miss these moments...


Some days. COME ON!

Wait, I just reminded myself to stop. One day, I'll be rewinding home videos wishing I was looking schleppy and enjoying my babies. Hopefully, Ollie won't be biting my boobs. My hair won't be pinned up and this huge zit won't exist because I was able to wash my face regularly!

Ok, I feel better. I'm in regular motion now.

1 comment:


Nelli I hear ya. But for some reason I feel like our lives are rushed and not in slow motion. I wish they were because then maybe I would be less stressed.
You should see the zit on my nose today and yesterday I didn't get a shower until 8pm.
I started taking Zoloft to help me not freakin lose it on a daily basis and it seems to be helping.
I get so busy feeding the kids and taking care of them that I forget about me until I realize I haven't had anything to eat for hours. Wish you lived closer so we could go to the spa and take care of us for a few hours