It's hard to miss my hand when I'm usually holding such a bundle of cooing or crying joy. I've perfected how to eat one-handed, carry things, open car doors, typing and many more things that I'm probably not remembering because it just seems so basic now.
The having only one hand sure slows down my typing. It also slows me down in general. I've noticed speed is now non-existent in my life. I can't leave the house in 2 minutes anymore, it just doesn't happen. For around town, I can probably leave in about 5 minutes. For a day trip, forget it, it takes me at least 40 minutes to just pack the car.
This lack of hands, and the 2 hour periods of time I seem to get, doesn't make it easy to accomplish tasks - like dishes, laundry, and all of the domestic goddess chores that I'm trying to get down. I'm trying to remind myself I'm working on growing a baby, and everything else is secondary.
Morphing from my organized "git r done" persona to a more laidback momma is providing to be difficult! Here's to me working on this new balance. This poem reminds me.
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Oh boohoo, that poem made me cry. And thankfully justifies the state of my house. <3
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