When I was a kid, I was amazed at how it seemed that my mom never sat down. Except for her morning Bible reading, she was always up doing something. It became a joke in our house that my mom never saw an entire movie we rented because she was always leaving the room to take care of something.
Now I've only been a mom for a little over 3 weeks, but already I'm beginning to understand. I have to catch my moments of productivity in bits and pieces when they pop up. A quick load of laundry during nap time, hurredly unloading the dishwasher while Paul does a diaper change, a fast swish of toilet cleaning after a 10-second potty break. This, apparently, is the life of a mother. It's beautiful, magical, draining, and requiring the utmost in organization and discipline. And I'm loving it.
Thanks, Mom, for all those times you missed the movie.