Here’s the thing about struggling with getting your baby on a schedule: you succumb to the exquisite rareness of the quiet moments and get so lost in them, that the laundry doesn’t get put away and the kitchen remains a mess from breakfast.
“Oh, well,” I tell myself during these complete blips-of-life (because surely these 45 minute+ naps are blips, right?) “I’ll just do it all tomorrow, in-between his multiple 15-minute naps. While wearing him. And shushing him.”
Now, though – in this meditatively still moment – I will take it minute by minute, lap up the ongoing quietness and stillness, finish this coffee, and write and wait until I hear him stir on the monitor.
***Note: he woke up two minutes after finishing this post. Literally. Whatever. I’ll take what I can get.