The crickets in here are loudly chirping. I’m surprised you came back to read.
I almost forgot how to blog. It seems I’m caught up in a swirling whirl of sleepless urgency that is my breastfeeding lot in life. Not that it isn’t a blessing and doesn’t have it’s ‘over the moon’ moments, of course.
There’s this lady in my vanity mirror that looks pretty haggard lately. I noticed her when I tripped in to the powder room to brush my teeth over the exotically large clean laundry pile on my bedroom floor.
Today makes one month since my little wildcat got here (a nickname based on his catty scream when he’s angry). You might think that someone with four children would have already figured out the ropes by now; that quatro-baby would already be on a tidy little schedule and mom back in her regular routine. You would be mistaken.
I lost my copy of “Baby Wise” about twelve years ago. These last two under two have kicked my schedule-loving BUTT. Pardon the French.
So, if there’s anyone out there with a life-line… please throw me one. Mail me a copy of “Baby Wise”. Hire me a SuperNanny to whip me in to shape. Give me some tips on surviving the toddler and infant years while maintaining your homeschool and sanity.
P l e a s e.