Time

It's amazing how little I get done on an average day. In fact, some days I feel like I fall further behind and yet I am exhausted! I currently have groceries that have been sitting on the table for two hours waiting to be put away, a dirty diaper laying wide open on the kitchen counter, a pile of blankets and spit rags on the carpet trying to soak up the spit up from earlier this evening, a bunch of bottles that need sterilized, and an overflowing trash can. But instead of taking care of all of that, I'm holding a fussy little girl who needs to be moving constantly or she screams bloody murder because of an upset stomach. I'm exhausted and all I can think about is how I'm going to stay up for two more hours to feed her. And then she looks up at me with her big blue eyes and smiles, and I realize that there's nothing else I'd rather be doing. So the diaper will stink, the spit up will stain, and the groceries will sit a little longer. But Kera will know that someone's here for her and loves her.