By this point, if I would have allowed myself to vocalize what I was really thinking, TSAEs #8 and #12 would have heard a few f-bombs dropped. Luckily they were very cool guys, especially TSAE #12 AND I make it a point not to take out my frustrations with polices on the mere implementers. TSAE #12 and I joked the whole time he and #8 were searching literally every nook and cranny of my two remaining bags. I will chalk up the need for the search to the dirty looks being captured by airport security.
Belén is used to formula and has it most days while at daycare. Her breastfeeding is relegated to mornings and nights and even at that, I notice she is starting to drink less and less. My instinct is to pump more to capture the extra milk she is not drinking…but then I look at her standing on her own two feet, smiling at me with a toothy grin and think, “This kid might be
Yet another very uncomfortable difference is the teeth. Yes, you read correctly, teeth…she has two now. Even with one, when she bit down it CERTAINLY GOT MY ATTENTION. After yelping like a wounded dog or a grown man kicked in the balls, pick your favorite visual image, I use my “I am not happy with you” voice even though I am not quite certain she gets it yet.
Update on the Wordpress transition, career ambitions and the schlepless working at home.
This full-time working mom gig is tough. I can honestly say that I cannot remember feeling so spent except for the days when I did crazy-long workouts when training for ridiculously long races while I was also completing my MBA. These days, I am lucky to get three workouts a week in so my fatigue is from spreading my focus between baby, husband, breastfeeding/pumping, work, housework, learning about new things that could potentially replace my full-time gig someday and I guess that is it.
