Is it because my kid sleeps more often than not? Because he’s not yet to the stage where I can recount tales of him flushing important items down the toilet? Because I’m so freaking tired that I first typed “tails” before correcting it in the last sentence?
There’s just not much going on right now. I’m back at work. My boobs seem to be giving out on me and I’m very worried. Andrew has been nursing every hour (except at night, thank goodness) all weekend and after work today. The girls can’t keep up. He’s either going through a growth spurt or he’s nursing constantly because they’re letting him down. I’m pumping a little less at work than I got before the summer, which is really depressing.
In unrelated news, there’s a jackass who rides his motorcycle up and down the street at this time every evening, and if he wakes Andrew up I will make a scene. When he imagined that crotchrocket providing a death-defying adrinaline rush, I’m guessing being verbally and physically assaulted by a strung-out mom in a wifebeater isn’t what he had in mind.
Oh ffs, I just typed “wifebeater” as “whife” at first. Must…sleep.
Oh wait, he’s crying.
Did I say he sleeps? I lied.
See that paragraph above? That’s why my blog sucks.