When I had David I constantly thought about what it would be like to have more than one child. My day was so full — so consumed. From the moment he woke up in the morning to the time he went to bed at night I was harried and overwhelmed with every step of caring for him. I remember once needing to run an errand and I thought through the steps: changing his diaper, putting on his coat, my coat, packing a diaper bag, wrestling him into the car seat, wrestling him out of the carseat…that I got overwhelmed and just stayed home.
How do you fit another child into that?
You just do, that’s how. It’s exponentially messier and crazier, and with each child you are more tired than you ever thought possible, and you show up 20 minutes later than you used to. But eventually, you arrive.
So when I asked if, with additional children, I’d have time to put ridiculous things on them, take photos, and post them on the Internet, it was an actual question.
Here’s the answer.
You have time for what you want to have time for. Do I have time to take photos of my baby in a bear costume? Yes.
But do I have time to unload the dishwasher? Cut me a break, I’m only one woman.