Fortress of Solitude

To some degree I had anticipated that things would be busier with the addition of another child, but I failed to anticipate that this increased busyness would also require increased mental and emotional capacities, of which I fear I am in short supply. I go about my day being pulled in multiple directions and trying to decide which of the many demands is currently the most important and trying to combine as many as possible into a single moment. For someone who is terrible at multi-tasking this is exhausting. However, I am proud to announce that the other day I was simultaneously feeding both of my children and myself, watching Bambi, sorting the mail, and texting my mom. So, I am getting used to the new found chaos, however, a quiet moment is still a much needed necessity. I figure if Superman (a man who can fly, move at the speed of light, shoot lasers out of his eyes, and look stunning in tights - any of which I would find extremely useful) needs a break, then I don't feel to bad about taking one myself. But with time alone in short supply, and lacking the ability to fly to the north pole at a moments notice, I have had to settle for my Shower. It must be timed while this

is occurring, but then for 10 sometimes 15 minutes I am granted a brief reprise. I haven't heard any spooky voices giving me advice yet, but it still seems to do the trick. I leave feeling refreshed and ready to jump back into the fray. Sweet momentary solitude paired perfectly with my Blessed Chaos.