What is “normal”, anyway…?

Funny how you get used to things isn’t it.

I spent an hour and a half in bed nursing the Messy Baby to sleep this evening. Messy Boy had some milk too but he decided fairly quickly to just snuggle under his duvet and go to sleep rather than nurse for very long. While they drift off I browse the internet on my phone, I write my blip, I sometimes write my blog, I do my social networking, I browse pinterest. Sometimes I remember to pray! Messy Dad gets to chill out a bit as well.

I remember resenting the hour and a half I’d spend with Boy when he was a baby doing just this in the evenings. I didn’t have mobile internet then though although I could have used the time to pray I guess! I’d sit at the edge of our bed waiting for him to finish nursing, then try and lower him into his cot without waking him. I’d get tired and stressed, fed up, grumpy, wishing I was able to just put him down to sleep. These days my biggest concern is getting out of bed without waking Messy Baby. I know he’ll probably come downstairs at some point in the evening. And probably puke over me…

The point is, it’s become normal. And, as a result, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest any more! It is what it is: I accept it, embrace it because I know it won’t be forever, and I’m at peace with it.

And that makes for a less stressed mama.