You would think with a nearly ten week old baby at home that a title like "Learning Patience" may have something to do with her and the care-taking that is involved when you are responsible for caring for a little human, but no, you would be mistaken. Take a good long look at those cuties up there, looking so innocent and well-behaved as they lounge together. Cute, right? I myself can even admit they are totally adorable, but on days like today I have to wonder how crazy I really am to think I will come out on top, the equation looks more like 1 cat + 3 dogs + 1 baby = one frazzled mama. Really, it is usually not so bad and we get by, but today, oh today, me and I walked out into the family room after getting her all dry and cozy after a fun time in the bath, she didn't even cry when having to get out of the water. I was feeling like Super Mama and began stacking the pillows just so in preparation for nursing my little lady before what I was sure would be a snuggly nap for her and a little free time for me. In a last step of preparation I fetched myself a large glass of cool water and sat it on a tray near the couch before trying to get to the couch myself. That's when I nearly tripped over a cat who refused to move and when nudging her to the side that sweet swirly dog you see above decided to pounce, as he tends to do, causing a flurry of chaos as I see my water crash to the ground with glass and water flying every which way. I was a patient girl as she waited for her meal and I hurried to grab towels and gather glass out from under four sets of curious paws. I quickly cleaned up and all was well, another cup of water was fetched, in one of our few plastic cups this time, and I was finally able to scoop our girl back up for her meal. A few minutes in and I hear another crash, looking over to see Jasper's bowl broken to pieces, food and slivers of ceramic all over the floor, a cat looking down on her work from a perch above and an always hungry chihuahua trying to get at the food himself. I soon finished nursing I and moved on to sweeping up the latest in the furry path of destruction when what do I hear but an ornament fall to the ground as a cat goes rocketing off across the room. Oh dear.
Those moments, those times of seemingly endless chaos and clean ups are enough to keep a head spinning, but I am doing my best to turn them around. Rather than letting these occurrences send me into a state of stress, I am choosing to look at them as lessons in patience. This will not be the last time a glass will break or my day will be thrown off by something unexpected. So, I calmly clean up the mess, and then the other. I keep moving the ornaments up higher and higher and I hand out a cuddle here and a head scratch there and try my best to let it all go, to do what needs to be done and realize we are all just living our lives, all of us following different agendas, but sharing the same space, and it's better I practice patience with the animals now before our girl is making messes of her own. Really, I am lucky, for glasses to break, for a home for them to be broken inside of, for clean water for drinking and a plentiful stack of towels for cleaning up said water when it is spilled. Patience can be a tricky one to get a handle of, but it seems I will have plenty of chances to practice.