Yesterday marked Avery’s seven week birthday. These past seven weeks have been somewhat of a blur. As much as I want to tell you that I have this parenting two girls thing down to a science, I most certainly do not.
Although the girls and I are starting to get ourselves in a routine throughout the week, I still find myself at some points struggling just to get through the day without feeling like I am going to lose it.
Last week I had to take the dogs to the groomers for a haircut. Their groomer is right by Harlan’s school, so I figured I could take them with me on the way to school, drop them off and then drop Harlan off.
My plan was easier in my head than actually implemented. Walking two dogs with a double stroller on the busy streets on NYC is almost impossible. Once I made it to the groomers to drop them off Harlan had a fit in the store and refused to leave because she thought I was leaving the dogs their for good. I managed to pick her up while she was screaming and carry her the two blocks to her school, while still managing to push the stroller with Avery in it.
Once I picked her up from school we still had a couple hours to kill before the dogs were ready to be picked up. I took them to lunch and then went to the pet store to let Harlan look at all the animals. In the middle of us walking around, Avery wakes up screaming because she is hungry. I take her into the bathroom so that I can put my nursing pouch on and nurse her hands free while still pushing the stroller and dealing with Harlan.
Finally the dogs are ready to go home, but Avery isn’t finished nursing. So here I am walking down the streets of NYC with Avery in her nursing pouch, Harlan in her stroller, and me holding two dogs. Of course over our 20 block walk home one of the dogs decide to poop. Now I have to figure out how to handle both dogs, while still nursing Avery and attempting to get out of the way of all of the busy people walking by.
As I am bending down to pick up the poop and still trying not to disturb Avery from nursing, this crazy impatient girl walks right by me and steps in the poop. I yell at her and she doesn’t even notice. As I pick up the rest of the poop, I am secretly laughing in my head because not only do I look crazy trying to manage all of this, but that stupid girl deserves to step in my dogs poop because she couldn’t wait the two seconds for me to pick it up.
That was the point that I realized I can’t always do it all. As much as I want to try to get everything done at once, sometimes it’s just not going to happen. I can’t be the “supermom” that I want to be, because it’s not just practical. The dishes and laundry can wait, the writing can wait (have you noticed that I’ve been lacking on my own site?), but my little girls can’t.
At this moment, my life really is a juggling act. Now I just need to learn how to juggle.
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