I'm sitting here in my robe leaking milk all over the floor. Been walking my colicky baby all morning, and he's finally asleep. I should be taking a shower or doing the dishes, or washing the pile of sour breastmilk-encrusted nightgowns taking over the corner of my bedroom... but so rarely do I have both hands to type with.
I really did forget how much work a newborn can be. Grouper's first couple months are a total blur. Maybe because I was still so busy with Puffer being only 18 months old, I don't remember Grouper being colicky at all. Somehow I got it in my head that only first-borns are colicky. And I thought I was in my pjs 24/7 and didn't go anywhere but my mom's house for six weeks with Puffer because I was a first time mom. Um, no. Number three is equally as challenging. So, I'm getting hours worth of working out each day swinging this kid around to keep him happy. And in between I crash on the couch to watch reality tv shows about postpartum moms and beg UberDad to bring me food. And sometimes I even pay attention to my other children. ;)
So, that's life at my house for now. And now I'll attempt to wash the milk off my legs before my youngest wakes up again.