“I’m going to throw in a load of laundry real quick.”
“Can you check his diaper real quick?”
“Can you do me a really quick favor?”
“I just need to get ready real quick.”
It’s not proper English, but it’s become a staple in my vocabulary.
I don’t know if I said “real quick” (or similar variations) as frequently in my pre-triplets days, but I say it almost constantly now.
When asking for help, it’s become almost an apology or at least an assurance that the favor isn’t something terribly taxing.
“I don’t want to bother you,” in other words.
When I use it to define my own tasks, it’s almost always an apology for needing to do one thing while one/two/three other things wait. It’s also an assurance that I’ll be ready to move onto my next
chore great adventure lickity split.
I need to slow down. I know I do. I’ve needed to slow down since the day Toby, Eleanor and Callista came home from NICU, but I just can’t seem to do it. Well, either I can’t, or everything else won’t exactly let me.
On one hand, being constantly in motion isn’t such a bad thing. On the other, it’s exhausting. One finger of that other hand – the index finger that shows No. 1 – tells me that, more than being exhausting, it’s stretching. I am constantly working to avoid being stretched too thin, especially where my kids are concerned. I hope I have never said, “Let me read this book real quick,” or “I just need to give E/T/C a hug real quick.”
I’m quite guilty of untangling a clinger when I need to cook dinner to appease the hunger that’s causing said clinginess (x3 in most cases, though it’s sometimes clingy, fussy and OMG THE WORLD IS ENDING) , but I’ve had to learn to prioritize and accept that leaving them behind “real quick” is sometimes what they need more than a cuddle that would only staunch the wound. For the greater good, as Gindelwald said.
Or is it? Welcome to my brain battle.
Just finished THE NIGHT CIRCUS & now starting my first Neil Gaiman book - NEVERWHERE - for book No. 31 of 2013!
Booooooooooze. Today was HARD. I normally read to de-stress, but I can't even concentrate enough for that. I need to de-frazzle before I properly de-stress.
Stopped at the library for 2 holds that came in & walked out with +3. I wanted more, but with 18 books at home, I held back.
Half birthdays count, too! #triplets
I don't think they'll mind me running at the park a few times a week. #triplets
Happy, red face! The trails are MUCH friendlier to my apparent lingering shin splints. I would've gone longer, but this is my 1st time on these trails, & I had NO clue where I was going. Next time!
Has atone bought these @yogabbagabba undies for their littles? Curious about sizing. I have 3 tiny hineys that Carter's 2-3 undies struggle to stay up on.
Mama can find time out ANYWHERE.
I can't imagine having #triplets before digital photography.
First @crocs! Wonderful service at the new @concordmillsnc store. #triplets
My froyo date is a little short & can't help but yell "ECHO!" in a good-acoustics store, but he's cute & a good kisser.
Look what came in the mail! #triplets
Genius. Their Greek yogurt was too thin with smashed strawberries, so I added "Super Letter" cereal, aka Alphabits with a Super Why box.
Southern belle. (Tutu count: 3.)
Tackle-hugs x3! #triplets
What, you don't wear your socks as mittens? #outcold #ERFing
Happy kiddos! #triplets
NAILED IT. ☀
Boo ya! I was 4 books behind, but I've rallied! Onto book No. 30! #ABeautifulMess #amreading
Because I'm a total lightweight & don't parent while even slightly drunk, & because I finally found plain sparkling water (not club soda) - fizzy, no-rum mojito water FTW!