There are so many adjustments to consider in motherhood. Not the least of which is you have no time, or privacy, to do the things that need to get done. No matter how physiological or 'housekeepical' (yes, I know there is no such word, but it's my blog I can make up words if I want) those NEEDS are you now have a little person whose needs constantly trump your own.
Or at least that's how it works in my house because my baby is the toughest boss I've ever had. So I've learned to multitask.
Well, truthfully, before I was cast out to fend for myself among the jungle I call housekeeping, I had a few good, grown-up jobs that required long attention span and the ability to multitask. As in, telephone call about one project while emailing a different colleague about a different project while sorting the filing kind of multitasking.
I was pretty good at it so multitasking became my solution to a very serious problem. How do I continue to maintain the housekeeping, even at the mediocre level to which I've learned, and trained the husband, to accept as passable and good-enough-because-why-does-the-floor-need-to-be-clean-enough-to-eat-off-of-if-we-would-Never-eat-off-of-the-floor-anyway? So, I multitask.
Of all the wonderful things they teach and prepare you for those first days in the hospital post baby they don't tell you that you have committed to an unspoken agreement that you forfeit any once sacred alone time you took for granted pre-baby.
So, during a time I would have once relaxed and perhaps read a book or a magazine (seriously, who doesn't) I have had to utilize in other ways.
My sacred time is no longer sacred. Because I need to multitask if anything is going to get done.
My new reality is constantly expanding. And, yes, my new new mom multitasking trick is folding laundry while on the potty. Because, well, because, it's two things I can do at the same time. These are the things they don't tell you about... so I might as well will.
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