I survived my first day home alone with three children. It started with about 3 hours sleep because Abby was up all night crying due to constipation. I also survived spilled juice, ice all over the floor, a playroom explosion, and put out a few arguments between brothers. I managed to get some good book reading time in with the boys and played "camping" with them in their walk in closet. The only bad part was I fell asleep and woke up minutes later with two boys jumping ontop of me. Overall it was a good day, but I'm feeling totally overwhelmed with life, probably a little depression mixed in too. Adjusting to change is always hard for me - thus the past 9 months has been hard because there has been lots of change. There is so much I want to accomplish with the boys, but haven't had much ambition since getting pregnant, then having high blood pressure, then the chaos of our little preemie. Now that life is getting to a new normal I just expect to jump in and do...
In this world, a second is a second. Time paces forward with exquisite regularity, at precisely the same velocity in every corner of space. Time is an infinite ruler. Time is absolute. -- Einstein's Dreams