Clear that daily updates are not my strength.

I confess I am struggling with the draw of these blogs. Aside from the historical perspective for me, I have no idea why anyone would want to read this. Really? You are interested that I went to target and took a shower today? I find that hard to belive. In any case, I shall continue to chronicle how materity leave is progressing.

We survived a semi-meltdown on Friday. I was tense about husband going back to work, husband was tense about a lot of stuff. But we got through it and had a nice week-end. It was the first with both children on our own, although we did get some gpa help on Saturday afternoon, so we could get a christmas tree. (Note- as I write this I am looking at said christmas tree on the porch- rome was not built in a day, I am reminded)

Sunday we went shopping for food and made it through 2 stores with a sleeping baby and a content 2 year old, which felt miraculous. We were very self congratulatory about the outing, but did wonder when we became old and started referring to “the kids” as in our kids. It just doesn’t seem possible considering we just met last week some time. I refuse to believe it has really be 14 years. Years!

And as for yesterday and today, although I have great plans for accomplishing many things like spinach souflees and homemade challah, so far I have settled for washing the sheets, taking a shower and making a trip to target. The words of my midwife comback to me often when I start to feel like I am not doing enough: “Keep yourselves clean and fed- That is your only job”. She said this to me after AZG was born, on the day we were to be relased from the hospital. She had shown me, somewhat uncerimoniously, how to get him to latch on to my football sized boob by mashing it into a hamburger patty and shoving it in his mouth. The counsel was a relief to me, and I carry it around with this baby too.

And with that, a nap is needed. Or it’s time to watch Martha.