Folding laundry at 7:30 am

When did I become the person that folds laundry at 7:30 am?

Quinn woke at 5:40 to eat. Once I put him down he was still awake and crying for a little while, once I pick him up to nurse again now Bryson is awake and crying. I send Casey downstairs to get a bottle for Quinn while I switch to nurse Bryson. By the time I'm done feeding Bryson it's 6:20 and both babies are awake to stay awake and happy. (they went to bed at 7 pm so I guess I shouldn't complain about their wake up time since they never did wake up in the middle of the night to eat).

I want so badly to have Casey get up with the babies, but he coaxes me into waking up with them since he stayed up late studying.

Babies are awake and happy. I guess I'm pretty happy too since they're so smiley and happy, it's a contagious kind of thing when it comes to them.

From 6:30 am-7:15 am I sweep the floor, fold the babies' laundry, pick up toys, take out the trash multiple times, change 3 diapers, play with babies, and eat breakfast.

When did this change occur?

When did I start actually trying to be productive in the early hours of the morning instead of lay on the couch and try to continue with what sleep I could?

Once I put the babies down at 7:25 I came back down stairs to fold just one more load of laundry and it is at this point when I think about it all. It's 7:30 am and I am folding laundry… I guess that makes me an official wife/homemaker/mother.

You really do grow into your calling as mother and wife. For me, at least, it's a slow process of learning to sacrifice yourself a little here and a little there until it just becomes what you are. Heavenly Father is a wise being. He slowly molds you into the person He wants you to be. Not all at once, that would hurt and you might become bitter. It is a long slow process to become like God and I guess I'm unknowingly working on it everyday.

I'm grateful it's long and slow…