Since my third trimester, I have had a stream of people in my house. As much as I love these people, it has been EXHAUSTING. The last of them finally left this morning. Catering to family (even extraordinarily helpful family) on top of trying to learn to parent is just too much and I’ve been feeling claustrophobic. This comes after a stay at the horrid Mother/Baby Unit in our decrepit hospital, in which we were crammed into a double room that was curtained off at about 6 feet and had almost no AC. We must’ve had had no fewer than 20 people come in and talk to us while we were trying to attend to a jaundiced newborn and I may have been watching the dream of breastfeeding my child die. I’ll let Kenny speak for me:
This is the first moment I’ve had to myself in days. So I am choosing to use it whining here. Lucky you, readers!
QUESTION: Is being adorable hard work?
ANSWER: It’s EXHAUSTING.
QUESTION: What do you do when you’re this cute and you’re not even CLOSE to reaching Peak Cuteness yet?
ANSWER: Pinch your own cheek.
|It ain’t easy bein’ sleepy
QUESTION: Are all my posts going to be insipid entries about how cute my babby is?
ANSWER: No. I promise. But I do beg your indulgence for now. Besides my brain is too fried to think of anything else to post.