insanity seems sane

because our house is just too depressing to take a picture of right now

In retrospect, we should have done a few things differently.

I might have continued my maternity leave from work until after the move, for example. We probably should have held off on cloth diapers until we had a hooked-up washer and dryer. We could have even waited to move until the construction work was done at the other house. Looking back, we definitely should have put things in boxes (regardless of the short distance between homes) so the electrician didn’t have to walk over my underwear in route to the light switch or stumble in on me breastfeeding on the couch – the only clear space in the house.

But feeding Clay is the one thing that has gotten me through this period of time. He remains continually consistent in the midst of the chaos. Ever true to schedule, Clay wants to be fed every two hours, and doing that has become a respite from everything else, an excuse to escape the presence of construction, disorder, and problems at work. And to think, I used to cringe at the very thought of  breastfeeding and hated dropping everything to do it. I must be going crazy. 

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: I got 99 problems, but our kid ain't one.

*Image is Carlsbad Flower Field - March 2007 © 2007AkapornBhothisuwan; Flickr.  http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0