Everyday.
Everyday. I'm sitting here with a baby perched on my shoulder and the keyboard perched on my knees. My feet are up on the desk giving me enough space to comfortably type but not so much space he can arch backwards and go flying. It is a balancing act, just like so many things in life. And six babies into this mom thing I'm getting pretty good at tensing the right muscles in my arms and shoulders to manuever him back into position without breaking my though process. Everyday I get up in the morning, usually to a baby just starting to fuss. He is a good kiddo and quiet usually so it's a more gentle wake-up than some of my other kids have been. Every morning I take a quick shower, hoping the water is piping hot - I'm mastering the running of the dishwasher at just the right time so that the water is reheated and waiting for me. Then I gather bottles that are scattered in my room from all our middle of the night feedings. I generally try to pra...