Gone are the days you could nurse & lie down, sleep, watch daytime movies, & simply bask in the hurt-shoulders glow of holding a loooongtime nursing-can’t-be-mobile-yet-babe.
Now it’s way long stretches of awakeness for him, power-nursing which does not turn much into conk-outs, but rather simulates that quick swig of cold, orange Gatorade from the sideline before a burst of energy and a new attack.
When to blog?
When to work?
How to clean when there are no real naps or lulls in between?
Thinking, thinking. Where’s my beat-all playbook?