I started to title this "lines written while nursing a baby," and then realized that "while nursing a baby" should just be a given. Anytime I say I am doing anything, you should automatically add that phrase behind it. "I'm cooking dinner" (while nursing a baby) ... you get the idea. Like the game with fortune cookies. As an aside, I have a picture of one of my favorite friends nursing a baby while riding a carousel with her older two children last year, and what's remarkable about that picture now is how utterly UNremarkable it is. Of course she was nursing a baby. What else would she be doing?
I'm going back to work next week. Is there anyone else who has ever been excited to see their maternity leave end? I miss my work, I miss the routine, I miss the paycheck. Granted, anytime I'm away from Emmy at all, ever, I miss her, so I know I will miss her those two mornings, too. But she's headed to Grandma's house, where she will be properly adored for the morning. Plus, for ten hours a week everyone in our house does their own thing. That is our normal, and I'm ready for it. Anyway, I'm going back to work next week, and suddenly I have this inane desire to get everything - every closet, all of the kid's spring clothes, all of the errands I've put off, birth announcements, thank you notes - EVERYTHING - completed and cleaned and organized before next week. Have I mentioned I have a newborn? And two other very active little boys under four years old? There's not much time for addressing envelopes or waxing floors in my life.
But ya'll, my floors SO need to be waxed. And baseboards cleaned, closets emptied, toys rotated ... my house is in need of a good scrub, and I simply don't have the ability to get it done right now. Not if I intend for all of my children to live through the week, too, because I have the kind of boys who can SMELL opportunity, and will POUNCE on my distraction in a heartbeat. Not exactly the sit-and-read-for-an-hour types, you know? Which is how it all got so neglected in the first place.
And this is why I've been staring at the budget this morning, wondering what I could cut so that I can afford a housekeeper.