Yesterday, after two hours of fussiness the thought came Work isn’t so bad after all. When I told Stacy this later she said, “That’s sad!” but really, it isn’t. I have always, always known I am not the stay-at-home type. I love my kids, but I love them more when I get my space. I need my space from time to time, preferably a little each day. Saturday morning Nova started right off being fussy and Rowan wanted to talk, talk, talk and by the time Leif got up, he said, “You seem a little grumpy.” Yep, because first thing in the morning, I like to have my tea and quiet. I can’t imagine having 9 or 10 kids, it would not be for me.
And I should be clear that Nova is not colicky. It’s not out and out screaming, it’s just she’ll eat for a little while, then want to be patted, then rocked, then fed, then held, then changed–it’s something different every 5 minutes. I have been feeling guilty because I watch tv in the morning, but I am not going to feel guilty anymore. Because I am not perfect, and I need a little distraction myself.
On a totally different note, I picked up that book, “Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes or Less” and love it! My copy arrived on Saturday, and since then I have baked 3 loaves of bread, a batch of naan, beignets, and today brioche that completely fulfilled my non-stop croissant craving. With real coffee with real cream, it was superb. It is pretty much the only thing I have accomplished lately.