(unrelated pictures from my solo mama cookie-baking-craziness last weekend. It was really fun, but thank goodness for Dora. Oops, I mean BOOKS.)
I dumped out baskets upon baskets of laundry on the floor, making a mountain of things to be folded and put away. Again. Again, again again.
I rested my head on that warm mountain for a moment and I thought, “Its okay Caitlin, love. It won’t be this hard forever. I promise.”
I whimpered a little, and then got back to work.
“The days are long but the years are short”
“This too shall pass”
“It goes by too fast.”
All of these things point me to the truth that this season, though it feels oh so very very permanent, IS NOT FOREVER. I guess. I guess?
Some day I won’t remember that I was sick the whole 2 weeks leading up to Christmas Break 2014.
Or how every night I would tell my big boys that they were NOT going to get to watch movies before school…only to change my mind the next morning for 20 more minutes of sleep for sick Caitlin while Joseph asked, “Why do you keep changing your mind?!?”
I won’t remember the broken ornament stash that Isaac revealed to me under the couch.
Or the plate of sugar cookies that he had hidden in the upstairs closet.
And maybe not even how Samuel wants back into my uterus immediately and heaven forbid that I might want to do anything without him attached to me.
I won’t remember how tired I used to be. I will say that I was tired, but I won’t remember how it FELT.
Or how I felt like I did the same 5 things over and over and over day in and day out (wipe, sweep, feed, wash, discipline. In case you are wondering.)