Sweet baby boy still won't sleep all night. I talked to my friend about the strange phenomenon I'm experiencing, and it's called, "I don't really care."
We talked about this at length. She told me how she looks at baby pictures of her youngest (who is still considered a "baby"!) and she cannot recall her looking like that. I told her I can't remember how my children looked as babies until I see their pictures, too. We are so focused on the here and now with our children --so focused on what we need to do TODAY, that we don't have room in our brains for all the yesterdays. Maybe this is why women scrapbook, eh?
We also talked about how time is fleeting. It passes so quickly. So, I nurse my baby twice a night for a year. Big whoopdie doo. Honestly, what's a year?
I do remember --if I think very hard --how difficult it was to get #5 to sleep in his own bed all night. It took months of work. But it finally happened and I've rarely thought about it since. Within the next week or so, we'll be embarking upon potty training (yay?), and I'm nervous because even though I don't remember all the accidents, I do remember how hard it can be for some kids to potty train. However, I do remember one thing: they get it, eventually. What's a couple of weeks of accidents? Sure, it's hard now, but it's not hard forever.
That's why I don't really care anymore that baby won't sleep all night. I can guarantee you that within a short amount of time, he will be, and I will have forgotten most of this, because I'll be focus on his 2 year old antics. It simply won't be an issue anymore. Don't believe me? Then you probably don't have children. *shrug
Yesterday in Sunday School I had an amazing experience. I won't share all the details or the particulars, but let's just say this: I felt the Spirit direct me to say something very specific to a person, and for the life of me, I truly cannot recall most of what I said. I can't. Which is, to me, another testimony of how the Lord uses us to help others. It wasn't about me --it was about this other person. I'm so grateful --and humbled --that it happened the way it did, because it could have actually been disastrous. Heavenly Father is so kind, dear reader.
I made a brilliant decision yesterday. I hired somebody to come each day to watch my kids so I can get the house stuff done. It's not just anybody, either --it's my sweet Jess, a girl who has been babysitting my kids for 10 years, who is leaving on a mission in a month, who has not much to do (no job anymore) and who needs the money (as little as I can give her, which, as she knows upfront, isn't much!). It's temporary (of course), but it will give me a chance to get caught up on housework and organize/clean out the office (something that has been hanging over my head since the baby was born). I know there are many mothers out there who hire "mother's helpers," but I've never really had a way to do it until now. Kind of excited! She gets here in 45 minutes...