I’ve been feeling a little down that I can’t seem to get anything done these days. Mornings are a blur, I get to work, come home, make dinner, and before I know it, it’s bedtime. Tonight I actually got the catboxes clean, but that was about it.
In talking with a friend, I realize part of the problem is that I spend a significant portion of my “free” time either pumping or nursing. I pump four times a day, two of which are during the workday, so that Nova will have her 16-19 oz of milk at daycare. Then I also nurse; once in the morning, 2-3 times in the evening, and 2-3 times during the night. A large portion of my day is spent expressing milk–no wonder I get absolutely nothing done.
So apparently my job, besides the one I actually get paid for, is to produce milk. Moo.