Mommyhood, Day 23

I'm not really sure if I feel like I've been a mom for longer than 23 days or not. It's a little hard to distinguish the days from one another. They are so much alike. They involve a lot of wearing pajamas even after I have showered, eating at odd times in between caring for Griffon, eating A LOT at those odd times, becoming a one-wet-wipe user per diaper change (this is a strange source of pride for me), and learning how to function to some degree around the house with Griffon in my arms. And, of course, it involves falling in love with him all over again every time I look at him. I mean, how on earth was I blessed with this beautiful child?!? Amazing. Grace.

Apparently the sky does not fall, nor does the world end, if I don't vacuum my carpets as often as I did pre-mommyhood. For some reason, this is the housework that I really can't wait to get back to doing on a regular basis. But right now, doing the laundry has taken precedence. I used to do laundry one day a week. Ha! Even adding just one tiny person has increased how often I throw a load in now. It doesn't help that this person likes to spit up on my sheets. I now understand why there was ALWAYS laundry to be folded when I was a kid. Whitney and I were assigned that task, particularly the loads of towels and washcloths. A family of 7 uses a lot of those. We'd pass the time by singing songs from our favorite animated movies. She was Timon, I was Pumbaa. She was Princess Odette, I was Prince Derek. I prided myself on my rendering of Gaston from "Beauty & the Beast". And no, I won't give you a sampling of it the next time I see you. My days of singing like a man are over.

Now I'm sitting here with "Hakuna Matata" running through my head. I think that means I need to end this post. Now.