Time. Never have I ever paid so much attention to time than as a mother. Never have I ever used the word time so often throughout the day until becoming a mother.
“Time to wake up!”
Okay, I’m just kidding. Unless we need to leave the house in the middle of the night for a flight, I do not need to do anything to make sure my kids wake up on time. In fact, my own peaceful slumber is sufficient to ensure they will be awake well before the 7 a.m. alarm.
“Time for breakfast!”
Now begins the agonizing process of deciding what to have. “You choose!” says Cub. What this actually means is “I will reject whatever it is you choose for me, even if it’s something I like.” As for Miss Cub, she will inevitably want whatever I am having: the peanut butter (and only the peanut butter) on my toast, for example.
“Time to put on your shoes!”
Translation: “Activate SLOTH mode!” It takes ten minutes at a reasonable clip to walk from our front door to the school bus stop. The bus arrives at 8:26 a.m. The call for shoe-putting-on comes at ten minutes to eight—you do the math.
“Time to turn off the TV!”
Agony. The cries and moans and sobs of agony that follow this pronouncement usually lead me to allow for one more episode. (Yes, our Apple TV remote is taped to a wooden mixing spoon.)
“Time to clean up!”
Every toy that was so easily tossed from its bin becomes almost impossibly heavy. The children once brimming with energy are suddenly impossibly fatigued. I’m asking a lot: to put away the toys that have been taken out over the course of the day is a big ask, I know. If we put on a good tune and try to finish the clean up before it ends, it goes pretty smoothly.
“Time for bed!”
Every mother’s rallying cry! The end of the day is near! One last hurdle to overcome, but compliance is unlikely. Cub, who refused to eat dinner, is suddenly starving. He remembers he hasn’t played iPad yet, even though I told him two hours ago he could, but he got distracted doing something else. The stairs up to his room are as insurmountable as Mount Everest. The bedtime routine is arduous but necessary … because then it is …
“Time for me!”
If all goes well, by 8 p.m., both kids are sound asleep in their bunk bed. Realistically, it may be closer to 9 p.m.—lately Miss Cub has been putting up a respectable fight against sleep for someone so small—but once they’re down for the night, I am free to do what I have been dreaming of doing all day: go to bed. (Gestating twins is exhausting!)
Time is of the Essence
Now that my son is in kindergarten, time is an even more important part of our day. He has his own watch and is learning to read the time, so I have to be a good role model! No more pulling out my phone to find out the time. It’s amazing how a wristwatch is just always there, on my wrist … no more searching through couch cushions for my iPhone or squinting across the kitchen to see the time on the stove. I’ve gone many years without wearing a watch, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.
My Jord wood watch is from the Frankie series, in zebrawood with a navy face. It goes with everything, and it is light and comfortable to wear. For my mom, I chose the Cora series watch in zebrawood with a turquoise face. The time markers are Swarovski crystal: this watch is pure glamour. Plus, when you flip the Cora watch over, you get a peekaboo window into the watch’s inner workings.
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