The Best Laid Plans

All right. I agree. I’ll stop making promises about anything for a few months, including how often I’ll get back to writing for this site. It’s become more than obvious that life with an infant is, while delightful, highly changeable. Not that I didn’t expect that. It’s that voice in the back of my brain – the one that used to think a reasonable day was one in which I got done every single thing done that occurred to me to do, all 400 of them – that gets me into even more trouble than usual since little A. arrived. That part of my brain thinks I can get the first 400 things done plus the other 400 things that I want to do for the baby. That plan is working out great. No pressure at all when I get up in the morning. Really.