Still figuring it out

Isaac turned 6 months old this week. I can’t quite wrap my brain around that. We’re half way to his first birthday already!
I remember sometime around the 8-12 week mark thinking, “Okay, I’m starting to get the hang of this.” I think I even wrote a post about it. Yet, somehow, here I sit at 6 months very much aware of how much I don’t have a handle on things.
The mothering part, that’s easy. Being Isaac’s mom is the most natural thing I’ve ever done. Don’t get me wrong, some moments, some days are hard, but there’s always that indescribable love helping me along the way. It’s the rest of life that I can’t quite seem to keep up with. I had a realization the other day that my house has been in some state of disaster for 6 months now. Sometimes it has been worse than others, but will I ever get the hang of this? I’ve never been the best housekeeper to begin with, but now that I’m home, surely I can figure it out. Right? Please say yes.
It’s not just the house, my business is constantly running on the edge. Projects come down to the wire, and it makes me nervous. When I get sick, like last week, I have to push back deadlines, and it only adds to the stress of it all. I’d love to work some margin into that area of my life. I’ve always prided myself on my customer service, and I refuse to let that slip.
However, I do know how to sing “you are my sunshine” over and over for an hour if need be, and how to run the perfect temperature of bath water. I can flip my hair in such a way that my son laughs hysterically. I know this noise means he has a dirty diaper, and that one means he’s tired. I’m even learning how to make some pretty yummy looking baby food.
I guess the things that matter are getting accomplished just fine. If this next 6 months passes anywhere near as fast as the last, I’ll have a 1-year-old before I know it. And, I’m certain they will.