That is how I end up, several mornings per week, sitting topless and cross legged on the floor of my bathroom in front of a mirror after a shower, with a baby cradled in my lap, my knees supporting him as he nurses at 5:30 in the morning because gawd forbid the child should sleep more than 15 minutes in the morning without my warm body by his side, my hands occupied with a hairbrush and eyeliner.
I sometimes feel like I live in the Land of Too Much and Not Enough.
Not Enough sleep.... is what I'm getting.
Not Enough milk... is what I'm pumping at work.
Not Enough time... is what I have for each child one-on-one.
Not Enough attention... is what I am giving to my relationship with my husband.
Too Much mess and clutter... is all over my home.
Too Much stress... is what I feel.
Too Much pressure... is what I am under.
"We need lots and lots of Shanas" SchmoopyBoy tells me. When your three-year old thinks you need to clone yourself, you know you're in trouble.
I can't complain because, ultimately this is the life I chose (sort of). Just sayin'... sometimes I'm just hanging on by a very thin thread...