A little stream of consciousness

Today started out hard. EJ was up literally all night, and even though Robert does night duty it is hard to ignore the crying baby in the other room that I know will be at least temporarily consoled at my breast, yet I was also fighting the knowledge that if she nurses 4 or 5 times tonight, tomorrow night I will be so full of milk I will be unable to sleep myself but will refuse to pump b/c it's a vicious cycle. So I fed her about 3 times, I think and Robert loved and held her while I pretended to sleep. Needless to say, Robert also did not leave for work (1- 1 1/2 hr. commute) on time, allowing me to "sleep in" until about 9, then get up to a wonderful kitchen sink full of dishes from the fabulous meal I cooked last night. In defense of his not doing dishes, he did make Carnations, which I appreciate more than I can say, b/c it gives me something to grab and feeds the kids until we are all coherent enough to actually eat real food.

Robert helped me make the bed, then I nursed Li-Jane, showered and went through my morning routine to get my day started. According to my FLYing spreadsheet (I am an Excel freak, who records and does everything w/ a spreadsheet), I have done 26 tasks this morning, not including moving our dresser across the room and yelling at the kids a bit. Once again, nothing in particular has set me off, but I seem to be in a funk. They usually last a few days before I start to feel like my life is interesting enough to want to do stuff. Darn, I'm only on day 2.

Currently Isa is walking around singing "A glorious day that I'm feeling..." from Singing in the Rain (which they watched this morn). It makes me smile. IMing with my hubby is helping, too. It's easy to be silly when typos are silly for some reason, and he lets me tease him b/c he knows I adore him more than anyone in the whole Universe.

And I know that what I need to do now is service. for anyone! Who needs something out there? Let me know.

and now, return to your lives, citizens.