Mama Interrupted: The Art of Doing Everything... Halfway

 

There I was, bravely attempting to use the restroom alone, when a sudden cry followed by suspicious hiccups reminded me that motherhood doesn't come with restroom breaks. Or snack breaks. Or sanity breaks, really. 

Welcome back to Mama Interrupted — where every task gets paused, every coffee goes cold, and every sentence gets hijacked by a baby wail, a diaper explosion, or a glitter emergency (courtesy of the one craft kit I knew better than to open). 

Today's episode? The story of how I almost folded the laundry, nearly missed an important appointment, and briefly remembered to eat lunch— before life reminded me I'm a full-time milk feeding dispenser, cuddle machine, and chaos coordinator. 

I used to complete things — essays, projects, thoughts. Now I complete circles around the living room while bouncing a baby who refuses to nap unless I walk like I'm training for the Mama Olympics. 

But here's the wild part: even with every interruptio-n, every dropped pacifier, every sudden urgent request for "another full bottle, please mom," there's magic in the mess. 

These interruptions? They're reminders I'm needed. I'm loved. I'm the leading lady in a very unpredictable, sometimes sticky, always loud love story. 

So yeah, I may not get to finish a single thing in one sitting anymore. 

But I'm raising a human. And if that isn't the most important thing to complete— in messy, magical, totally interrupted stages— I don't know what is. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to reheat my coffee for the third time. And probably not drink it.