You knew that eventually I would have to make this joke:
Having a baby is like being in a casino; you lose track of time and money.
Days go by when I just barely manage, always a few steps behind. I sit down with the boys to start the school week on Monday morning, then the baby needs fed and changed, Abraham needs new clothes and a bath because he spent the morning
playing with dirt watering
plants on the balcony, then I make food, do laundry, and next time I look up,
it’s Thursday evening, everyone’s hungry, there are no clean clothes, the house
is a disaster, the boys are behind on their math, Abraham is muddy, the baby
needs fed and changed, and I’m number 13 in line on the phone with the IRS.
I just wrote this, and suddenly it’s Friday evening. I’m telling you; it’s scary.
Whatever budget we used to maintain before this baby has been completely neglected pretty much since mid-March. Gauze, saline solution, and bandages are very expensive, as are diapers, wipes, and all the extra chicken I buy because I’m always craving protein. All the paperwork (birth certificates, translations, passports, transportation to and from the embassy, visa) has probably cost us more than $1000 alone. We have managed not to order in too much, but have not avoided it entirely.
A couple of weeks ago my husband started hinting that maybe I felt well enough to start taking on jobs again, but really, I don’t even have time for everything that *has to* be done *right now* so sitting down to work has not exactly been an option. Now I’m starting to feel the pressure, however.
Must. Get back. To work.