I am deeply impressed with those smart mothers who sit down and take a break when the baby sleeps. Whenever I sit down and "rest," my mind is racing. The pull is far too strong, so I end up using those precious 30 minutes to dash and do as much as I can. It's a race against time I enter each day. On some days I win. Most days the light goes off, interrupting me in mid-action. I think, "Already?"
I have to think fast when Levi sleeps. I think about my priorities that day. Do I jump in the shower? Tackle that pile of laundry? Make calls? Unload the dishwasher?
I find myself breaking down each chore into minutes. Laundry would take me 15 minutes. That leaves me with 15 minutes to shower and get dressed. If I finish more than one chore during his first nap, I reward myself with a few minutes of reading or blogging during his next nap. Choices. A house in chaos, my spirit in order or my spirit in chaos and the house in order? That is what it boils down to each day.
On hazy-post-teething-nights-where-the-baby-woke-up-every-hour days, I wander around the house in fast forward, foggily trying to focus on one chore. I fool myself that I'm multitasking, but in reality I'm just pushing piles and priorities around.
But how did I take that photograph of Levi napping? Okay, I confess. On some superb sunny days when the house is magically in order and my spirits are in order, I am able to sit down and savor the day's sweet spot: Levi's nap.
What is your sweet spot in each day?