date: Fri 09 May 2025 06:58:55 PM PDT subj: being a new parents early twins --------------------------------------- If you have your health; remember tomorrow is a new day, it could be the first day of your best life. Hang on with all you got because sometimes the universe will give you enough to make you feel like its more than you can handle. I utter "Om mani padme hum." Its a prayer for compassion, but also to disrupt the bad thoughts from running wild in my mind. Thoughts like; I can't do this. All the work tasks are too much for me to handle. The prayer for realization of the truth, actually helps. Its scary when others need, and depend on you. Its hard enough to take care of ourselves each day, but when someone depends on you, and needs you, there is no time for selfishness. The child in me cries for someone to carry the load, but the man I am knows I'm the one who must answer the call for others. I'm fortunate enough for the opportunity to be part of helping others get there. Every time I try to write, I don't have enough time to complete what I planned to say let alone remember what I was going to write about. This moment I have my son next to me, and a cup of minestrone soup and I give it a try. Yesterday's tasks are unfinished, and today brings more, like my beautiful baby's hunger calls, the cat is hungry, my wife is hoping for breakfast together, dirty dishes in the sink, a strange sewage smell emanating from mystery location in the house, the fan broke, the dehumidifier broke, the lawn is overgrown as well as all the shrubs and weeds. Everything I put off and didn't finish looks like it will remain in that state for years. I'll find out if any of the undone things really even matter, like those boxes consuming space in a garage or closet that will become discards ten years from now. What matters today is hunger, bills, babies, wife, and what is right in my face. I bounce from one thing to the next, send my wife off to appointments with an "I love you, and a kiss" after a small argument about dishes piling up in the sink, resulting in tears and misunderstandings, all about the lack of time. Moving through the day my boy takes a nap and I take advantage for the chance to fold some clean laundry my wife left behind so I can hopefully provider a few extra moments so she can take a nice shower when she returns. My boy wakes up and I have him join me in folding the clothes. He thinks the comforter is something to eat, so he cranks his head as far left as he can to attempt to find the source of the food. I think he must smell my wife on the comforter. Eventually my son decided we better actually find some food by getting red in the face and crying out. We stop folding clothes and move on to important things like eating, taking a bath, and then sleeping, .. well he sleeps, I continue working. I get back to folding, and make progress, then taking out some trash I smell the sewage odor again and side track myself to discover what it is. I check every drain in the house, poor water down each one, but they don't seem to be the source of the smell. Nothing to be seen I work on more chores like cleaning the cat box, which has been neglected two days too long. The odd thing about the box is its missing cat poops. Hmmm clue! I go in search for what is probably the true source of the sewage. I finally discover a nice pile poops under the side table in the corner. Poor cat just couldn't stand the neglected cat box and had to do what a cat must do, find a place to hide poop where nobody would find it. I set out to clean up the mess, but the baby monitor shows my son rustling about. Pause cleaning poop, I run to check, everything is ok. I think I must hurry to clean up the poo on the floor, but the phone rings, always something to prevent task completion. After a few phone calls and issues I end up getting back to cleaning the poo. Then I search for more poo just in case, and instead of poo I find a pile of debris with small wood shavings. What the hell is this !? perfect debris pile in the corner. I closer look and I see ants! ... what kind of ants are these! Are they chewing on our house! Helping with pregnancy, I am late to spraying the house for the bug season. Another todo on the list. Todoos pile up, the lawn that is grown twice as tall as the mower likes, the bug spray not being done, the dishes in the sink, only 5 hours of sleep, and life just keeps coming and doesn't end. The tears flow a little so I cry out to the house, I can't take this! I get a grip say a prayer, realize I must yield to time, and decide for this one I'll call an exterminator and see if they can help out. A memory from a conversation with my wife: Can we do this!? We tell ourselves we can get through it. Others have done this before and they made it. I feel week in these moments, but positivity must be expressed to be realized. The joy of seeing my son in a bath for the first time in his life, as I watch his facial expressions his eyes opened as wide as I've seen as I lay him into the warm water. Although he can't say anything he seems content in the his bath, looking at the light coming in near the kitchen sink, and listening to my voice as I tell every step about taking a bath. Its that moment that makes all those before and many of difficult ones after worth it. Om mani padme hum, .. the difficulties of all the chores I didn't do and those I haven't the time for tomorrow, weren't as bad as they seemed earlier today. Our mind can make small things huge, terrible, annoying, difficult, even impossible, and we can feel like the weight of all the world is crashing upon us, but a few moments later we are better. Its all coming and going, the good moments the bad moments. Those are just moments and depending how we think of them we decide if they are good or bad. Work is work and who else should be doing this work but me. Its the same if I was riding my bike up a hill, its work. Those chores will get done or not, but they will be waiting for me just as if they were done the day before. May I bend my mind to see the truth more often, and feel the joy of these moments that make up my life.