I ran into a fellow local blogger randomly at the zoo a few weeks ago. It had been quite a few months since we’d seen each other (we met during the Carnival cruise event we attended but we haven’t gotten together since we moved in May). We caught up and chatted about my new baby and her impending arrival and discussed when/where/how to get together again soon.
As we wrapped up the conversation, she said “I have a quick question for you…when do you blog? In the morning, during nap, after bedtime?” I giggled a little and said “all of them!”
Fitting blogging into my life has become more and more complicated as we’ve added Doodle, then undertaking homeschooling and now having Pipsqueak. My days have gotten busier and feel shorter and unfortunately, blogging is usually what gets cut when there isn’t enough time.
My pretty little schedule of posting in the morning while the kids play nicely has gone out the window. Mostly because the kids haven’t been playing nice. They’ve been out of control, too wild and hurting each other. So I’ve been making them do their school work in the morning instead of the afternoon as our “official” schedule says.
My using nap time to pre-write posts and get ideas started has been taken away by my sweet little newborn who thinks that is the time to nurse constantly or cuddle close while he naps and while I can sometimes get away with typing things up with him on my shoulder, I don’t get that luxury every day (and I’m certainly not giving up these last baby snuggles!)
My finishing up graphics and finding pictures after bedtime is taken away by a fussy baby who, again, just wants to be on the boob and who just isn’t comforted by an exhausted daddy. And while I can type with a baby on my shoulder, I can’t navigate editing pictures that way.
So I do my best to multi-task. To blog while my kids are doing other things. But it usually ends up looking like his (my exact morning today):
We eat breakfast.
I tell the girls we’re going to do school early because I have to take the boys to the doctor and they need to be quiet so daddy can work before he takes them to gymnastics (poor scheduling due to Sugarplum’s class time changing when she got moved up to the advanced class).
We do school together at the kitchen table while Doodle showers with daddy and Pipsqueak sits nicely in his highchair with us.
Hubby heads into his office to work and I take Doodle up to his room for a diaper change since we ran out of his diapers downstairs.
Everyone is happy so I say “let’s do spelling while I try to get a little work done.”
I sit down at the computer with the girls’ spelling books and give them each their first word.
Pipsqueak begins crying so I change his diaper (luckily we’re doing much better with the cloth diapers and I change him as fast as in a disposable now) and leave him on his changing pad right next to me where he usually lays and smiles at me.
Doodle helps himself to some carrots and screams when I tell him to put some back (20 baby carrots is too much for a just-after-breakfast snack!)
Pipsqueak is crying again.
And I end up on the couch, nursing and pumping while simultaneously doing spelling with the girls.
(and then I QUICKLY type up this post and hit publish without any pictures just as all hell breaks loose again with Pipsqueak fussing after making a poo, Doodle scribbling in Sugarplum’s schoolbook and Honeybun dragging Sugarplum around by her neck…)
