Today was my first day returning to "work." (Hah, like the past 10.5 weeks weren't work.) I am consulting. Just 10 hours a week. But boy, with a baby, cloth diapers, a dog and a husband, finding two hours to do "work" was impossible. For a type A personality like me, the fact that baby is in charge, and I can't get a handle on how to systematize is mind boggling. Now I can bore you with the details of motherhood, but I won't. All I'll say is that my day is primarily spent feeding, cleaning poop and snuggling Ems. One and three are not bad. It's number two that is making my hands raw from washing.
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