Saturday, July 19, 2008
Small Tasks, Big Accomplishments
Saturday used to be the day that I would reserve to get all the "stuff" done that I needed to get done. Clean the house, do all of the laundry, balance the checkbook, take a walk, cook a meal, blog, etc. This is not the case lately because lately I have become a mother of infant twins. I find myself saying things like:
"Ok, what is something I can eat that requires the least preparation and easiest clean up?"
"Now, I will wash these towels."
"I should go get the mail and bring the trash in."
"It's been two days since I washed my hair, what's one more half day?"
"Who has time to put on a bra?"
I was talking on the phone with a friend and was telling her some of these thoughts and we laughed when I explained the advantage of having babies that only weigh 4 pounds: you can put one over your shoulder, hold onto their feet, and clean the kitchen while the other one sleeps on the couch barricaded by pillows. And if moving room to room you can do this with both of them on opposite shoulders. Also, you can achieve two handed tasks like spreading mayo on a sandwhich if you hold your 4 pound baby like a cell phone: pinned on your face between your cheek and your shoulder. This also works to burp them. I won't be able to "tote" them as easily the bigger they get.
Back to the point. I have so many "small tasks" to get done but am finding that even the smallest of which, unloading the dishwasher, must be worked into a strict regime.
I am not complaining. In fact, I have NEVER been happier and more appreciative of the small things in life. There is something extremely liberating about going all day bra-less, un-showered, and having the ability to say that I took care of what mattered most, my family, the rest can wait.
And a pretty remarkable "by the way":
I forgot to post that the day before we brought the babies home from the hospital it had been storming outside and I looked out and saw two rainbows. I am not kidding. We all know what rainbows symbolize in the Christian faith, God's promise after the flood that He would never flood the Earth again... I believe that promise is open for interpretation and application. Mine was that after our long storm in the NICU, the babies were coming home, and it would be a while, if ever, before a "storm" like that would happen again.