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Is it Quick Takes Friday, or Write Your Random Thoughts in a List Day?
No? Oh well.
I am fed up with pumping. It only took six months. I am tired of feeling frustrated because I can pump for half an hour and only get 3 ounces of milk. I am tired of shutting and locking my door and having people come and knock and yelling at them to go away. I am tired of spending so much of my working day leaning awkwardly against my desk.
I’m thinking that starting tomorrow I am going to pump once a day and supplement whatever else she needs while she is at daycare with formula.
There’s a whole other post here: Yes, I am totally pro-breastfeeding; but no, I don’t think it should drive you insane; no, they didn’t give formula back in the Olde Times, but they didn’t have pumps and there were not working moms and there were also wet nurses. Hrm. Anyway, that’s that.
It’s hard for me when I write several posts that I think are good, quality writing and I get no or maybe one or two comments. Why? Blogging builds up narcissism in its own way, where I think my writing is so very good and I don’t understand why it doesn’t provoke more people to tell me so. I read many blogs that I don’t comment on. There is SO MUCH quality writing out there. This is not something which should measure my self-worth.
I’ve been kind of avoiding this subject somewhat, but not a single person has come to see our house yet. Not one.
I am struggling because I want to trust God completely on this. He has a super plan for us and led us to a job where I think Mr. V will be really, really happy. So certainly He will provide a way for us all to be there together. Eventually.
It’s difficult to be in that transitional stage and not know when you’re moving on.
I am so in love with this little girl. Last night I refused to make dinner, needing to snuggle her instead. This morning, I had a very hard time leaving her at daycare. I forgot to fill out the form they make me do every day because I was just distressed.
She’s such a sweetie.
I ate all my carrots and now I am only have celery to snack on. BLEGH. The carrots were so good, big old fat ones I bought at the farmer’s market as part of my Eat Whole Foods plan.
And now I am going home. I will be driving the speed limit all the way home as I managed to leave my purse at home this morning (?? so strange!). Let the snuggling and eating of leftovers commence.