everything takes longer

the problem is I could just stare at this face forever

Last week I celebrated my single greatest accomplishment to date; I finished a book. I had (in a state of naïve optimism) intended to read The Historian in the weeks leading up to the baby. But then Clay came three weeks early and four months later I was only just getting to the last page. I read in little snippets each night while nursing the baby to sleep, but some nights I was so tired I couldn’t remember what I’d read and I’d have to begin again the following evening. It was an arduous journey to say the least.

But it’s not only novels. The tiny task of cleaning the windows now takes me a full afternoon of strategically planned naps to accomplish, and one order for work, which once took me a couple hours to accomplish pre-baby, now spans the length of a couple days post-baby. At the end of every day, I realize (with not a little despair) that I have spent most of the time chatting with a four-month-old. 

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: Not finishing The Historian was the best decision I ever made.