My little baby is four weeks old today, she hits the official one month mark on Saturday. I can't believe it. It's so wild how foggy a post-partum brain can get. I told a friend yesterday that this is about as close to the eternal perspective as we can get on this earth, where one month is like one day. Really, they are all just blurring still - I am so dizzy.
Each morning it's nurse the baby, change the diapers, fix the coffee(!), feed the kids, do the dishes, dress the kids, wash the kid's sheets that were "messed" during the night, do a little more laundry, get some lessons done with the big girls, try to smile and dance a little with the kiddos so they don't get scared that Mommy's turned into a zombie, do some dishes, pick up, pick up, pick up, and crash for as long as the wee one will let me.
It's not all chaos. I do get to witness some sweet moments of sibling love, or catch a sticky squeeze from my little man. And today, Daddy came home for lunch in the work truck which is brown, instead of his personal truck which is red. And, as he was pulling out of the driveway, my silly second daughter shouted "Daddy really needs to wash that truck, it doesn't even look red anymore!"
And so, we dance and we laugh. We do and we rest. Life is dizzy, but it's giddy.
It's time for me to crash.