Since becoming a Mom I’ve begun to live my life from bottle to bottle. Splitting my day into the several small segments between A’s feeds.
This makes the tantrums a little more bearable. It makes the days of teething a little easier. It helps when I’m having a day where I want nothing more than to be in bed seem a little shorter.
When it gets to 6pm and I know bedtime is in an hour it’s as if a weight lifts off my shoulders because I know then I can completely relax.
And then Aidan goes to bed and I can eat a chocolate bar in peace. I can enjoy a warm cup of tea. I can watch anything other than Mickey Mouse.
But when Aidan goes to bed I realise that the day I’ve been unconsciously wishing away is one more day of Aidan’s life which has passed by at rocket speed.
It made me realise that everyday is important. Even the ones with the tantrums I will be willing back one day.
It reminded me of what my Nan always says ”the days are long, but the years are short”. Only now as Aidan approaches 8 months do I really understand how quickly time really is passing by. It makes me wish I appreciated the days past more than I did.
So I’ve decided not to count the hours but to make the hours count. I am sure I will have days where I laze in my pjs but I will be doing it while making memories I can hold onto, for the short years.