Do you ever hear people say how they are living a slow paced or a fast paced life? Yea… not really me either. BUT I hear those phrases in movies all the time. Today I was making pancakes busily while trying to stay calm inside as 2 children were whining and hanging on me and my babe was wrapped to me crying. I have to laugh now because its just like a scene out of a movie… except in the movie the woman would show her anxiety. I dont. I just let the sweat drip down my back and smily at my littles. Eventually I may snap at them depending on how long this goes on for (passive aggressive much?) but for the most part I just think how lucky I am that 3 people NEED me so much that it makes me want to rip my hair out. (Oh wait, I dont have much… I probably shouldnt do that.) Anyway, I got to thinking about that pace thing while I was on my first postpartum run tonight, and came to the following conclusion. MY life, is fast paced… needed at least once every 5 minutes.. usually much more than that. Yet my family (children, mostly) goes to bed probably feeling like we have a nice slow paced life since we dont DO much.
I love this. Its like my job is to take the heat off of them. I guess thats what being a mom is all about. Anyway, my baby is fussing like crazy so I better go. MWA!