Day 9 Post 1

I just admitted a weakness of mine to a client. I can’t stand admitting weaknesses.

What did I admit?

I admitted that I can’t do everything.

I’ve gone without sleep way too many times because I’ve told clients I would do something I really didn’t have time to do. With “N” here, it’s not like I can go without sleep. I mean, I’ve basically already given up all sleep, and I have no idea what energy reserve my body is running off of right now. My daily schedule has been washed away, and I’m honestly having to choose between using a 5-minute break to wash up or to eat. As a breast feeding mom eating usually takes priority.

It’s a good thing none of our clients are local.

“N” and I were up by 7am this morning to make sure the door was unlocked for “J” and “R” when they got here from their dads. For the next five and a half hours I had a leech hanging from my boob. While these hours were previously my prime working hours, this morning I got absolutely nothing done. But on the plus side, I’ve stuck to my “No Candy Crushers” rule

The fold out chair-bed at the hospital killed D’s back, so we will be heading back to the chiropractor this afternoon. I’m hoping to get some work done after that appointment, but the boys will be home shortly after we get here. Bah…

We’ve got some money coming in next week (Hooray!) and I’m thinking of getting a baby swing at our local Once Upon a Child for “N”. She HATES the vibrating baby seat, and I don’t like paying full retail price for baby stuff, especially when she may not even like it. (First-time moms and germaphobes are probably disgusted by my aversion to new…  Have a few more and become self-employed and you’ll learn what’s important to buy new)

Maybe next week is when I’ll actually get (back) to work.


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