In case you can't tell from my absence from this space, I'm having a bit of trouble finding my "new norm" since Mouse joined our house.
I returned to work two weeks ago, and while it's just three days a week in the office, because it is my own law practice, I can't entirely check it at the door when I leave to come home. And invariably, when I walk in the door at 6pm with both kiddos in tow, Mouse wants to eat (regardless of when her last bottle was), Moose wants a snack and to go outside, Daddy M is either just walking in or came home early and is out for a run, and then there's the matter of dinner.
I'm not complaining. Just stating the challenge. The beauty this time around is that I know I will find a new rhythm. I've been on a healthy slow cooker recipe bender. I've learned to feed Mouse one-handed while I feed myself one-handed. Some other stuff hasn't come together yet (like regular exercise; or regular knitting), but it will get there.
The one thing I have managed to maintain is a "special game" for Moose on the days we are home together. The "special game" is the devolution of my attempts at Tot School. Try as I might, even before Mouse, I couldn't seem to keep up with all I wanted to do with Moose on a weekly basis to compliment what he gets at preschool. However, along the way, I learned that he loves sensory play and I've managed to keep a cache of sensory play ideas in my brain (and Pinterest) to pull out on the days we stay at home together.
And these "special games" - something he looks forward to - have been an anchor for me as I otherwise seem to drift and bob about.
Sometimes they're impromptu and non-themed (shaving cream, transferring ice cubes between large measuring cups). Other times, when I've struck lucky at the dollar bins at Target (or similar), I manage to put together a theme (like the autumn one, above).
Whatever the specifics, they all seem to be a hit.
Which means that, wherever else the day goes, I can count at least one success. And right now that's enough to keep me going - ironically anchored and, therefore, able to sail on to finding a new norm.
Linking up with Lydia for some mothering inspiration to start the week.