I'm starting to have fantasies of feeding Lev solid foods and him sleeping through the night... My patience really started wearing thin this past weekend. I think part of this is really due to the little known fact that mothers DO NOT GET A FUCKING BREAK. Alright, with that outbreak taken care of, I can address the real issue: baby mama is tired... Once again, the late humorist Erma Bombeck is starting to feel like my personal muse. She wrote a weekly column about the woes of being a housewife that eventually were turned into books. Titles like "The grass is always greener over the septic tank"... etc etc. She gave a voice to the housewife of the 1970s and 1980s that was a post-feminist/pre-new wave feminist--basically, she missed out on it all--but that really truly spoke to millions of American women who also, through generation gaps etc, totally were your definition of the "unliberated", "unenlightened" American woman. But also--even if you are a "liberated" modern gal, you still gotta load the laundry, wash the dishes, feed your kids and make happy with your husband. So where is our break?

Jared is starting to get it--that his job ends at 4pm everyday, and my day stops for a few hours in the night when Lev is asleep, between feedings. Oh, alright, so it doesn't stop. (Here is my disclaimer where I remind you all how much I really, truely love my baby and I'm grateful for everything I have.) Anyway, you get the picture: the modern gal, her non-stop baby, her tired and loving husband and the movies they watch at night to take the edge off.

All that said, I am thinking about trying to pump breastmilk again so that I can have a little time apart from the family... however, this thought also makes me kinda nausiated. I hate pumping. Hence, thinking about starting to feed Lev solid foods... which, I am pretty conflicted about. So it continues... in the mean time, come visit and hold the baby for a few minutes so I can make myself some eggs and toast.