I regularly lose track of what day it is.
I swept the floor while listening to a book on tape. This was one of the best parts of my week.
Someone asked me what my schedule was these days. Schedule? Right.
Last night I got about 3 1/2 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Now THAT is a luxury.
Sophie continues to go to preschool every day so we can get to know the newest member of our family and when I pick her up, the first words out of her mouth are, "where's Miller?" But we need the time - I need the time - to be still, to enjoy the newness of him, to marvel at you moms who did this with little ones at home, while behind on sleep and chores and sanity.
But life continues, regardless of whether I know what day it is and whether I get another load of laundry done and despite the lack of sleep.
Ah yes, this beautiful life goes on.