The days just march on sometimes. Wake, slog, home, dine, bed kid 1, bed kid 2, brush teeth, start again. Laundry, cooking, work, shopping are all included in ‘slog’. No need to mention nursing or I’d have to mention it 10 times or more.

It’s OK. Childbearing years, I’ve discovered, are not for saving money, growing gardens, or big accomplishments (besides birthing a baby human).

It’s an older photo, but that guy is 4 months old today. Blink and he’s gonna eat crawl talk walk. Sigh.