Today was one of those scrambling, overwhelming days, parenting-wise. Everything went at such a fast pace, starting right after breakfast at 7:30. Playing with water, massive clean up, they slip in the water, crying kid, bad-parent-guilt, bath-time, get kids warm and dressed, bath clean-up, snack-time, snack clean up, cuddling, storybook reading, comforting inexplicably whiny while from EA, set A up with an art project, get EA to sleep, break, long enough to realize I was feeling overwhelmed and scattered, have a blissfully quiet hour drinking coffee and reading and writing, and…make lunch, clean up, dress them for outside, etc etc.
Even just wtiting this list is exhuasting. Some days I like the pace and rhythm of doing and moving and energy. And some days some kind of rhythm and pacing exists. Today just floored me though with it’s busyness and constantness.
The exception was our hour outside playing in the snow. We all slowed down and I forgot everything, all my shoulds and coulds and wishes, and just played.