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Life Will Never Be the Same

Today was one of those days in which I made a list of things to do and only got half of them done…maybe.  By the time Barry got home, I was stomping around the house in a huff because I had a series of projects that weren’t done. I think I felt frustrated because my day felt extremely fractured. Sydney had a few huge bark-fests while Maggie was napping, which resulted in Maggie waking up. Twice.

Tonight after I gave Maggie a bath and she fell asleep, Barry and I had a fantastic conversation over dinner that left me less in a huff about my To Do List and more in a reflective moo, thankful for the life that I have. I realized that my day felt fractured because as I’d start on a task I would inevitably end up sitting with Maggie letting her practice her newest trick, where she grunts and pulls herself up while holding onto my index fingers. (Cutest thing in the world, by the way!)

Maybe I didn’t get things organized and put away, and maybe that load of laundry still hasn’t been changed over, but I got to spend the day smiling, laughing and smooching on my bright eyed little girl. I’m challenging myself to be purposeful with my days and my time, and although I had a moment today where I was focused on what isn’t important, I am ending my day holding on to a phrase from one of our favorite books, “On the Night You Were Born” by Nancy Tillman.

Life will never be the same.

Next time I find myself staring at my To Do List, I’m going to check to see what Maggie is doing and where she is on that list because, as far as I’m concerned, she should always be on the top – because life will never be the same, of that I have no doubt.

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3G and The Holding Chart

Last week while my grandpa and I were in my bathroom rescuing the shower from a drywall nightmare, 3G got in some holding time. I think she was relived because so many other people had gotten in some good holding time recently.  Sue and Chaya stopped by last week along with my friends Rayna and T.

When we told my grandparents that I was pregnant my grandma said that she’d have to start making the Holding Chart and that she might let some other people on it. Her comment was overshadowed by my grandpa’s comment that he was ‘worried we didn’t know how to do that’ and was glad for us.

Well,  3G and Grandpa came to visit Maggie in the hospital and my grandma came prancing in, or maybe she was floating out of sheer pride, waving above her head The Holding Chart. She quickly exchanged The Holding Chart for the sweet bundle of joy in my arms and I opened it to check it out.

I’ve never claimed to have strong Math skills, but I’m nearly certain that 3G has a lot more smiley faces and Holding Time than anyone else on the chart. After the bathroom-drywall extravaganza last week, I think she put in her fair share and her face was way more smiley than any of those on the Holding Chart.

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Thursday

Yesterday I found myself listening to talk radio and attempting to re-caulk our bathtub.

It didn’t go as planned and now we have no shower.

We are now missing a chunk of drywall.

I called my grandpa to come and rescue me from this construction project/problem. He loves house repairs…or at least he acts like he does.

I hope we have a shower soon.