Yes, I am a thief. I have to admit it. It is true. It is a compulsion, like picking off the pepperoni from a freshly baked frozen pizza. Shoveling two or three down my throat so no one sees. I steal time a lot. I do it everyday. I can’t help myself. It is a way of life. I steal. I steal and relish the taste of it.
I steal a second for myself to quickly fix my hair in the mirror after breakfast. I steal a minute at lunchtime between making plates and getting drinks to check my calls. I steal an hour at naptime to drown myself in the surfing of the Internet. I steal time to myself everyday. I’m a sneaky mommy, yes indeed. Time is not my own. Not anymore. Not since three babies under the age of 2 and a handsome 5 year old super-duper helper (sorta).
It is going to be hard maintaining this blog, no doubt about it. I will have to sneak a peek between diaper changes and steal a few peaceful moments between bath times. It wont be easy, but it can be managed. I will steal an hour during nap time, forget the laundry-it will still be lying around later. I can use a few minutes while making dinner, between boiling water and browning hamburger. It can be done. Little by little, my laptop will be by my side, with babies, toddler and all.
But then I realize, it is not stealing. It is sharing. Sharing my life with my wonderful and energetic children. Balancing and juggling, organizing and prioritizing.
This is my life. This is multi-tasking.
Amanda St.Clair 