So...I've decided to confess something every Thursday, and I'd love if you'd join me by commenting here or by posting a Thursday Confession on your own blog.
Deep breath (in preparation for redemption).
Today's confession: I have to admit--sitting here attached to the pump in preparation for going to teach--that it feels good to have some other responsibility today. Sometimes the weight of being a mother is massive. Is she being stimulated enough? Overstimulated? Shouldn't she be napping/eating/pooping/batting at things/shaking a rattle/doing sign language?
This morning, though, I've got other things on my mind (or do I?). Regardless, it's nice to know she's upstairs asleep next to her dad, and for the next few hours, she's someone else's responsibility. That way if she ends up in therapy when she's in her twenties, I can blame it on all those cold Thursday mornings when I'd leave my infant child at home to go to teach poetry.