Words.
Haven't had many of them lately.
Partly this is because my brain is postpartum mush, but it's also largely because my thought processes are one repetitive loop that's even starting to bore myself.
Worry about money - feed baby - worry about how I'm going to fit all my stuff in 2 suitcases - feed baby - change diaper - wish I'd kept more reading material around - get baby to sleep - try to lay baby down for nap - sigh as baby startles into wide-awakeness the minute he's not able to hear me breathing - feed baby - change diaper - think about how tired I am - worry about money - -
And occasionally I remember to EAT.
I'm inventing a new hobby for myself... (in the interest of not spending money) - and really it's pretty interesting so far. I'm sending for a bazillion catalogues and then playing make-believe-interior-designer. Tons of clippings put together to form little Obsessive Compulsive rooms, just to give me something to do.
On the bright side in our new apartment we get the food network. On the less bright side, there's no way we'll be able to afford to eat "well". Bring on the ramen-chili-mac and cheese!
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