Been a long time
I’m so tired, really, really tired. We’ve only had one whole weekend at home since Christmas (as our finances attest 
), we’re supposed to be in London next weekend but I’ve cancelled (then it’s my birthday). The ’sleep when your baby does’ thing doesn’t work well when you’ve got a nutty 6yo as well.
Jasper is 17 weeks old today & now weighs 16lbs 
, he rolls over, smiles, laughs, chats, looks at his hands, reaches for objects & tries to sit; he sucks the same two fingers that my sister did as a baby (almost indescribably cute!). He can go a scarily long time between feeds (preferring to par-tay than eat 
), but likes to snack (running buffet) all night given the chance. He’s happy, content & ever so sociable but his hatred of the car-seat-torture-device knows no bounds.
Claudia is fucking insane but I’m learning to adapt . Since you can’t be a little bit autonomous and we’re going with daily don’t-bother-trying-to avoid-it maths, reading, Getty-Dubay & copywork, I guess we’re not at all autonomous. Some days I’m on the precipice of despair but C mostly likes it & it seems to be working out better than we we doing before. I haven’t really got any plans for the future we’re just doing what works for now.
I’ve run out of energy now so I’ll leave to to Ree to sum domestic life up
Poetry of a Madwoman, Vol. 4
If I ever lose my mind for good
It won’t be because of
The mundanity of my daily existence:
The clothes folded
The spills wiped
The dishes washed
Or the floors swept.
No, the abject tedium of domestic life
Will not be the death of my wits.
Instead it will be
That I was never allowed
To finish a thought in my head.
Seeing an idea through to completion
From beginning to end:
That is my solitary ambition.
Ree
Copyright 2006
Love the poem. Love the photos. Love you.
It’s hard being mum.
Comment by Roslyn — 14 February, 2007 @ 6:05 pm