Chicago was fogging up the high rises around 6am and gray bright overcast made the city look unfamiliar hiding the heavenly reach of building. As usual the lake was larger than life and waves were smoothly pasting the shore with still waters.
The quieted condo wasn't so sound or silent. There were cleaning and organizing snaps and zip noises slowing stirring up the calm and quiet nap time for babys Ethan and Mia. Three hours passed by and it was the first and of the day a very relieving sigh subtle and rewarding.
Then finally one baby pops a tiny head up from the crib and whimpers in the last call, sighs, and called out rambles of coos. Hoping not to wake Ethan, we sit in with Mia until she goes to sleep again, the older by sox months of the two infants she is more picky about what she desires and so she giggles and plays for a few minutes.
Surprise. The other guardian grandma comes in to see her back to sleep when she discovers poop in her diaper as to what kept her from her sweet and sound nap.
So day after day cutting corners to find a little time for ourselves seem impossible as we need to watch the other infant as well from mishaps and the unthinkable turmoils.
As Ethan sleeps we count the hours. Tally 2 a day as he needs more time to nap then. Yet with the jumbled and rumbles of sinks and stoves running and on Ethan may sleep a little over forty minutes as nannas name is shouted out she puts baby Mia back in her arms to rock to sleep again. This goes on a handfull of times before she sleeps deeply as her carton plays and the continuing day exudes noises unpredicted and underprepared such as the doors opening and closing, cell phones, and or loud cawing of the birds outside stir up and interrupt.
Alas at home a environment familiar of most noises, and safety areas. I can only imagine when a nap is time or what a fall is determined as critical such as a slip on a wood floor opposed to a concrete floor.
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