peace

There was this moment - when I had all three kids and no help - and the infant was starting to cry
and

it took me back to those made-for-tv movies back in the 70's and 80's about pioneer life.  Some pioneer woman is alone in the cabin and the indians disenfranchised oppressed native people come into the cabin -- she has just enough time to hide in the root cellar and is praying not to be heard -- and she tries to muffle the babies cries with her hand and smothers him.

yeah

I had one of those moments
where I was completely panicked that the natives would attack if they heard the baby.

fuck

that's when I sent the "Jane get me offa this crazy thing" email to my agency.

but now

things are peaceful.

the baby hmm -- this baby needs a blog name -- I'll work on it.

The baby is still at the "furniture you feed" stage -- so not all that much work.  After all, I didn't just give birth to him -- so it's a bit easier.

and

having the girls here put "too much work" into perspective....also--- other than for a few weeks -- I've grown accustomed to waking up every 2 to 3 hours anyway.

I'm off to see my dear friend Bachelor # 2 -- dang it -- I know he had a different nickname -- but I've forgotten it -- I don't write of him much.  To teach him how to make meatballs -- I'll take the footstool - uh - baby, with me -- as he is not a fuss yet -- and spend some time.  He's going through a rough patch and we have to stick together.

Many thanks to all of you who shared your support -- here and on Facebook (for those of you who read in both places).

Much love

sfp