So, predictably, I have no time. (As witnessed by the billion posts I posted today... er...) Most of the day is spent feeding Kessa and napping with her to make up for the lost sleep the night before. I feel really great about myself if I do one really productive thing during the day. Like the other day we took a walk to the bank and deposited a couple of checks. I thought I was amazing. Today's big goal is catching up on all the blogs I've been meaning to write. (I did some of that yesterday, too.) I think this is my last one. If I get a second wind later, I'll start working on my couponing. I think that's my next project, seeing as how the piles are starting to take over my kitchen. And they're probably half expired by now, too.
Needless to say, I've been somewhat of a social recluse. Other than my mom and sister (who are my sounding boards and baby advisors) I haven't made any phone calls, really. I haven't gone to visit anyone. I entertain guests when they come... if I'm not in the back nursing when they knock on the door. (We haven't made it to the point of nursing in public yet.)
Now, don't get me wrong. I want to be social. I want to return all y'all's phone calls and answer the door when you come. But... I've somehow gone from a 24-hour day to a 10-hour day. At least, that's what it feels like.
Please forgive me? Please don't think I hate you or anything. Please still call and come over. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll be where I can answer. And I promise, there will come a day when I won't have a newborn, and will have a bit more freedom. And then we can be friends again. Deal? :D