I vaguely recall a time when I did housework (or anything!) at a leisurely pace. Or, if not leisurely, at least not at the super speed it happens now.
Quick, Sam has decided to stay asleep for long enough for me to have a shower, get dressed and is STILL asleep!
It’s amazing how much you can get done when you have no idea how long you have or when you’ll get another chance.
Given 10-15 minutes I can easily tidy our room, put a wash on, put the tumbler on, put the clean clothes away (since there’s a never ending cycle of clothes in the washing machine and tumbler), empty the dishwasher, tidy the kitchen and make a cup of tea. Which is when he then wakes up. If I’m lucky, I’ll get him up, changed and dressed in time for me to reacquaint myself with said tea just as it reaches drinking temperature.
What am I talking about? If I’m lucky, he will stay asleep while I slip out of bed ninja-style and if I’m really lucky he will do me the courtesy of remaining asleep until I’ve at least had a shower. I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve really achieved anything during a morning. Generally, he wakes either as soon as I think about getting up, or he waits until I’m half dressed. Both of which lead to me finishing (or starting!) my norning routine at breakneck speed.
This is what happens when you have a baby who doesn’t nap in the day and isn’t yet able to entertain himself, so your full day is spent feeding/holding/playing, with limited time for anything else.
I need to get my Fitbit charged. I’m intrigued as to how many steps I take in a day…and how quickly I teach my target when I’m running around!