Time? What Time?

I think the exhaustion is starting to catch up with me. Being on duty 24 hours a day can be wearing. Even though Dave pulls his weight as much as he can when he's home, I find that the times when he takes the baby are my only opportunities to make dinner, do laundry, or take out the trash. A shower is my only ME time, and it often gets cut short if Eva decides that nothing but nursing will calm her down. It's never-ending, and anything to break the monotony is welcome.

I try to get out of the house at least once a day, whether to go for a walk with another mother or just pick up groceries. I try to take Eva to see Daddy at work at least once a week. Getting out takes alot of effort, though, so I generally spend a day or two where I just stay home and try to recharge in between feedings. I catch myself watching documentaries or home improvement shows while I nurse, so I now know more about World War II and home renovation than I ever wanted to. If I'm sitting on my butt, may as well learn something, right? The days at home are more relaxing, but I get cabin fever if I stay in too long.