One second at a time

The crunch of the walnut in this week-old carrot cake is delicious. And the cup of cold muddy coffee is the perfect accompaniment to wash down the sweet and as I gulp the last piece, the lump in my throat goes down too and I need to let it all out.

What a morning! I was teaching till late last night and was exhausted. Woke up in the morning, early early morning and fed baby in his sleep and went back to sleep. This is our normal routine and we start this chase as early as 5 am. Z, the he, told me (well! reminded me) that he had to go at 8 am and would be back at 5 pm. I froze, then sweated, then cried, then brushed my teeth. Now don't get me wrong. I CAN live without my other half for a few hours. The problem is that we take turns taking care of baby at home and I have a huge appraisal next week that I was supposed to work on all of this week. The place he works at has weird policies and he just needs to show his face at events.

So he'll try and come home sooner and take care of baby while I work. We really need some help with baby. A part-time baby-sitter perhaps. Fed baby after his breakfast and he is asleep now. Was reading Shefali Tsebary's It's a Mom while feeding him. Its a nice read, breezy.

Let me go stock up on more carrot cake.