Time is relational…
Time ha, since having a baby time is this weird new thing, Dave doesn’t fully get it yet and can get impatient with how long it takes to get things done. Like getting us all ready and out of the house in the morning. For instance E. and I have been out of bed for 4 hours and all we have managed is breakfast, nursing, checking emails, having a bath and after bath lotion massage, getting re-dressed, nursing and now she’s napping and I am thinking about lunch at 2pm.
The things I must accomplish today are shower, eat, do a load of diapers and change the cat litter that should have been changed yesterday. If it’s not dumped and cleaned every 3 days Jaspurr won’t use it and pees and poos on the floor, which he did yesterday.
These cat’s, these cat’s, alot of extra work I didn’t notice til I had a newborn, they wake me up meowing outside my door for food at 6am, cause that is what they were used to when I working, for 3 months now we have changed that routine to 9 and 9 feeding (can’t let them graze, I wish, Jaspurr eats himself sick, always has, he would be a 30lb cat if I let him and the other cat Jewel would starve to death cause he doesn’t share) or they wake up the dog and he decides he wants to go out at 6am, litter changes and hair removal/keeping them out of car seat, crib, baskets of receiving blankets/diapers, playmat, bouncy chair ect…I am just stretched thin and E. is my priority.