How Can Time Go By So Quickly?

I've started a blog post approximately five times but I just never seem to be able to finish it.  Perhaps it's because just too many things are up in the air right now.  I have less than three weeks to go before I have to go back to work and I'm spending a good deal of time just running around trying to get everything ready.

Hoarding frozen breast milk like a madwoman?  Check.

Pumping enough to give baby C a bottle every other day since she refused to take a bottle for the longest time?  Check.

Trying to find some bottoms that actually fit me and that I can wear to work?  Check  (because somehow I don't think my work would be happy with me wearing the one pair of jeans and one pair of shorts that I can actually button every day).

And amid all of that I'm just in shock that four months can go by so quickly.  I have to say that I didn't have the highest hopes for how this maternity leave would go.  I felt that baby number one kicked my butt and I assumed that having baby number two with a toddler at home was going to kick my butt even more.  Fortunately I was wrong and I've loved  having the past three and a half months off.  Yes, there were times when I just wanted to pull out my hair or give myself a time out or fall asleep standing up, but in general I have appreciated every second that I've gotten to spend with this little baby and this little kid.

In thinking about being at home for four months I always thought that that time would be spent bonding with the baby but I never considered how much I would bond with O during that time.  I've loved being at home with her and watching her do so many things that I normally don't get to watch her do because I'm at work.  I've loved watching her sing songs and dance at story time at the library.  I was tickled pink when I got to watch her at soccer camp the other week.  And have I told you that the girl who was very firmly a "daddy's girl" has now become a bit of a "momma's girl?"  Be still my heart.

As for sewing, in addition to running around trying to get things ready for my return to work, we have a house guest for the month of July who has taken up residence in my sewing room - otherwise known as our basement.  Plus I refuse to take pictures of myself in front of other people (you know, I'd prefer that my identity as a sewing nerd - or rather, sewing super-hero - remain unknown).  And on top of that, it seems that every time I am able to sneak away for a minute or two to sew, I end up doing something incredibly stupid.  Like sewing for 20 minutes only to realize later that I sewed all the seams with a basting stitch.  Or cutting out a shirt only to realize while I'm sewing it together that I cut out the wrong size (that's right - I'm talking to you stupid blue shirt that is now stuffed in a garbage can!).  Apparently I do not sew well under pressure...although to be honest, I already knew that.