If someone comes across some loose hours that can be put in your day where you need them, then please buy some for me.

I’m trying to get the hang of this new lifestyle called QUICKIE!! YAAAAY! You see, when you become the main and only source of  e v e r y t h i n g  for an other creature then all of your needs, duties and whatever you need to get done, become QUICKIES!! YAAAAY! Say it with me!!
May it be sleep, meals, showers, conversations, sex or whatever personal time that you once thought you were inclined to. Sleep becomes power naps, meals become a single slice of bread (two if you’re lucky), showers become near-death experiences of multitasking marathons (this morning I had to remind myself not to jump around on one leg, trying to swing my right leg up for shaving before putting the left one down first, while trying to wash my eyes with shampoo I-am-not-making-this-up!), conversations are interrupted by screams or filled diapers or just plain forgotten before they ever happened and don’t even get me started on the sex and personal ME time in general. Me? Who the hell is “Me”? Must be someone I knew in a previous life….
And you know what the scary thing is? I love it! It’s absolutely worth all the blood, sweat and tears and milk and pee and poop!

And now I’ve forgotten what the point of this post was. You see when you breastfeed your brain mass slowly flows out of your boobs. I’m not even kidding. That and sleep deprivation and the methane gasses from the diapers turn your brain into a big pink Flubber just wobbling around in there.

But Hi! I miss you and I’m still working on the birth story, typing with one hand while Willow Ava is eating away at my big pink Flubber-brain..

Oh, and Happy Holidays! I almost forgot. Okay, I did forget. See!!?