Since Marcus was born, I have used the phrase above like 257,657 times. I keep saying things like:
“Oh, I’ll get my cleaning schedule together once things get back to normal.”
“I’ll do laundry more consistently once things get back to normal.”
“I’ll come up with better meal plans once things get back to normal.”
“I’ll blog more once things get back to normal.”
But it’s hit me that this is normal.
This new life, this life with this little one is my normal – my new normal.
It’s bizarre having something that relies so completely on me for its survival. It’s strange to go from completely free and easy to a life bound by the eating and sleeping schedule of something so tiny.
I love having my little man around. But I think I’ve been expecting someone to come take him away from me – like parents who come home after a night out to relieve you of your duties.
I’m trying not to be hard on myself though.
The cleaning can be put off, the laundry will get done eventually, we’re certainly not starving, and you all can do without me just fine. But I will never get these moments back.
When he smiles because I’m talking to him. Watching him sleep with his arms above his head. Seeing how his eyes change color almost daily. These are the things that are worth sacrificing for.
This new normal – it’s way more than it was ever cracked up to be.