Much, much -ma to those currently residing in UTIville.
ION, what a double-barrelled brass-dipped motherfuck of a day. Matilda woke up at 6 and has spent the entire day alternately wailing and wolfing at my breast, with two brief periods of napping in the Baby Bjorn while I hauled all the laundry in the universe to and from the laundromat.
I also mailed 10 baby shower thank you notes (leaving only 4 -- no, 5 -- ah, shit, my dad stopped by last night and dropped off another, so now it's 6 more, unless some other monstrous wretch among my parents' friends decides selfishly to give us a present, bitch bitch whine whine ungratefulcakes) and, for fun, stopped off at a coffeehouse halfway back to get the universe's laundry back home and got a cup of coffee to go. Of which I consumed half before Matilda started sobbing and I realized that all the errand-running had taken 2 hours and it was time to feed her again, and by the time I remembered the coffee again it was icy-cold.
The laundry is exactly half-folded because she hasn't stayed down and quiet for long enough to do more than half. Also, there were two explosive leaky diapers necessitating head-to-toe outfit changes. And yes, I know that today was exactly nothing compared to the horrors waiting ahead with the terrible twos and potty training and starting school and last-minute-before-the-deadline term papers and college applications and God knows what else.
Fuck, I'm exhausted. Why, why, why didn't Hec pounce on me a dozen years ago when I was living in this same neighborhood and a hale and hearty twentysomething?
However, I still love her desperately and have many times today devoured her face, belly and toes with kisses in between trying not to cry or chew my own leg off.