Little Lilah isn't so little anymore. She weighs nearly 14 pounds now. She has two tiny little teeth that keep trying to break through the gums. They're hanging out just below the surface, making her miserable. I'm doing everything I can to keep her comfortable and happy. She's also started waking up in the middle of the night to eat, after sleeping straight through for a month. She's going through a growth spurt, and I think she's ready to try a little cereal soon.
I've been working my regular 2 days a week and working as a mother and wife 7. I've been doing my best to keep it all afloat, but some days are harder than others. Some days I feel like there isn't enough of me to go around, not by half. I can't imagine how full-time workers or single mothers do it.
I've been too busy to do anything but what is absolutely required. It took me a week to finish two new books. That's absurd for me. I want things to slow down a little. Being able take a breath without someone calling my name, crying, or needing something would be a refreshing change of pace. Hats off to all those who have survived more than one child.
