Blur

I've been only marginally successful with establishing a daily schedule for myself and for the baby. I know that I've posted about this recently--with high ambitions for both of us. Then a week like this one happens--with too many crises, too many fires to extinguish, and almost no time for myself. The days pass in a blur, and what stands out most vividly is the moment I see my baby in the morning. Or perhaps the moment my head hits the sack in the evening.

I bash myself constantly for all the things I'm not doing for the baby--for instance, this evening I agonized over whether or not to purchase an "exersaucer" or "jumperoo" or whatever they're called. Luckily a friend offered to loan me hers. (She has both of those items.) It seems like he'll outgrow them in just a few months, so a loaner sounds good.

But more importantly--I need to relax and do the things I'm already doing with a greater sense of calm. To remain calm--perhaps the greatest test any parent faces. Especially when the days pass in a blur.