Through the Storm, We Reach the Shore

I am quietly typing, rocking, and listening to U2 Rock-a-Bye Baby musically drone my infant into a deep sleep. I am down in his room because upon entering the sunroom, i stepped onto a plastic toy that has been in that same place for one too many days for my liking. Two children are now busily cleaning up the room, as i sit, rock, type and listen to the suckling of my baby's pacifier.



Nursing my infant to sleep, my eyes drifted about the room. Our days are filled with a myriad of dysfunctional spurts of time. Within those spurts, we make it happen; however, with that said, many sacrifices have to be made. Schooling with an active 10 month old and a 12 year old who is home by 3 o'clock each afternoon rocks that time piece from smooth to stirred.



So, I look, i look at Sidney's car seat that continues to sit in the middle of his room; no longer small enough to fit into this seat that we once gingerly buckled him in for his inagural ride home from the hospital. Currently, it holds folded laundry of baby's clothing. The bag of diapers sits opened upon the same floor, for we now change him where gravity can not pull him from above to below. I look at my scarf my mom made me - quickly taking it off last night in this room to change sidney into his pjs after a long evening away. His khaki pants sit bunched up upon the scarf - both tossed aside as they were not paramount to the given task.



The larger than life plush frog also takes residence in the middle of the bedroom floor. yesterday, all were in the car and sidney had no shoes - this is common and Sidney falls victim to the one sock phenomina; but with shoes. Big green frog thing had to be displaced in order to find the other matching shoe. Green towel from two nights ago sits under frog. Sidney is not a fan of baths, so the quicker the better and the rush to get him in and out and dressed was it - no energy was spent on the aftermath (dirty clothes, socks, bath towel, etc).



There is a lighter upon his changing table. This can only indicate that he must have awakened from his nap as I was in the process of lighting my candles that I light at dinner time.



His room is a chaotic mess of clothes, hangers, washcloths, diaper rash cream, diapers, dried out wipes from when he pulls them from the bin; but time does not allow for the process of 'tidy.' there are children to teach, books to read aloud, dinners to make, clothes to take out of an infant car seat, and food messes from ALL culpable children.



Again, i visit with my time. always in constant awareness of it's volatility, it's humor, it's punishing nature and it's surprises of action (taken or not).



thanks for listening.