With the impending arrival of our next bundle of joy, I am finding myself feeling slightly less anxious than I was with the other two. We still have some work to do on the house. We never did complete the upstairs, because we really just needed to return it to a state that we could live in. I couldn't handle any more construction, I just wanted to get back to life. There is still some sanding to do, some trim to finish, and we have to get the fourth bedroom ready for Owen so that the new baby can have the nursery (the bedrooms are too tiny to share). Chances are, the kids and I will have to move in with the in-laws once again so that my husband can complete that work, but hopefully it really WILL only be a week this time. And I will be insistent that it happens LONG before my due date. I still have a to-do list that's about 3 pages long that I've been chipping away at. I want to finish organizing our photos, and finish our CURRENT kids' baby books, before the new baby arrives. I want to get our food binder complete so that life with 3 children will be as SIMPLE as possible, so that I can actually enjoy it. I want to make and freeze meals ahead of time. Our basement and attic became the dumping grounds when we were trying to get our house back in order, and we still have to clean those out. My husband has been saying forever that he's going to get to it, but given his work schedule I don't see how... so tackling those areas is also on my to-do list. I still have diapers to sew. It seems like a lot left to do, but when I look back and see how far we've come, it actually seems manageable. With regular, day-to-day life functioning fairly efficiently now, I can actually find bits of time to work on these extra tasks. With our environment less chaotic, I am enjoying our children more, as I have more time to just *be* with them, and not constantly thinking about what else needs to be done.
So there you have it. Babysteps. Sometimes they're so small that they seem insignificant, but looking back, you can see that those miles you've walked have happened one tiny step at a time. With children, we only have time for babysteps. Unlike the days before children, you can't plunge head-first into a task and work on it until it's complete. You have to find 2 minutes here and 2 minutes there. Every seemingly insurmountable task can be broken down into parts. This logic can be applied to so many areas of our lives. We are climbing out of debt not by waiting around for some miraculous windfall, but by slowly, steadily, paying it down a few dollars each month. Our emergency fund is growing not by leaps and bounds, but by tiny little amounts each month. Our home and lives are becoming more and more organized, simply by spending 5 or 10 minutes at a time working at it. By doing these things consistently, they add up, and eventually begin to merge together into an overall state of peacefulness and well-being. I can finally see a tiny glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, and each day it shines just a little brighter. I think that we sometimes need to stop and look back at what we've accomplished, and congratulate ourselves on a job well-done. What's left to do won't seem so bad then.