I did the math. I’m spending nearly 7 hours nursing Asher, per day.  Seriously. 40 minutes at a session, at least 10 times a day.  That’s almost 7 hours, just nursing.  That’s nearly a full time job by itself!

Plus I’m taking care of Miriam. She’s a toddler. No, she isn’t quite walking yet, but she is cruising like a champ, and is capable of walking, just isn’t confident enough.

Yesterday, we went to Costco. Both kids had well-baby check ups. Both kids had baths. Everyone (except Asher) ate three healthy meals. Asher had 11.

I finished the Thank you notes for the shower, and Asher’s bris.

I cleared the dining room table of a week’s worth of mail, coupons, and junk.

I picked up toys. (repeatedly)

Folded laundry. (Jason washed it, THANK YOU!!!)

Then I was up 1/2 the night between one kid and the other. Jason even pitched in for a bit when Miriam had a full on freakout while I was nursing Asher.

And yet I feel like I’m getting nothing done?  BWA HA HA.

* While I was writing this, another neighbor stopped by with a gift for Asher. I have one more thank you note to write, but damn I love my neighborhood!!!