When I decided to do the Slice of Life challenge this year I knew I wouldn’t write every day. (Although I didn’t mean to let this many days go by!) With a newborn in the house my expectations for what can be accomplished have been wildly adjusted. It’s as if time has bent and there is an entirely new clock in the house. Sometimes is speeds up and sometime it slows waaaaay down.
Things that used to take me 10, 20, 30 minutes can now take up to two hours. Small household chores are entirely dependent on how long the baby naps or if the baby is in a good mood. Trips to the store or the coffee shop take more strategic planning than a military operation. I honestly have no idea how people with more than one child ever leave the house.
On the the other hand there are daily activities that happen in a fraction of the time they used to. Eating a meal…five minutes tops. Showering…3 minutes, 4 if I wash my hair. Bathroom…30 seconds. Like I said, time has bent and the days pass with their own rhythm.
I rarely know what day it is any more. I only know what time it is in relation to when the baby last ate. I don’t distinguish between sleeping clothes and daytime clothes and I only change outfits when they get puked on or stink so bad that even the baby is offended. It’s like I’m in my own little universe and any attempt to interact with the outside world turns into a hiccup. Sort of like that moment when you step of the moving walkway and it takes a minute for your head and body to reconcile themselves.
No matter how wonky my clock has gone it’s a joyous wonky. One I’m happy to accept in exchange for a toothless baby grin here and there.