This is way we pro-cras-ti-nate, pro-cras-ti-nate

My little guy is not himself today. He’s running a slight fever and is very whiney and clingy. The saddest part for me, though, is because of the Passport Fiasco, he no longer takes comfort in breastfeeding. He’s all “Woman, give me the damn bottle”.
I’m pretty upset about it, actually. I’m not entirely sure why, though, since I was never really a big fan of breastfeeding itself, although it really is the best thing you can do for your babe if you’re able. Reciting that to myself was what kept me going. I think I’m mostly upset because the whole thing was out of my control and that just pisses me off. I like to be in control.
It also means the little guy is growing up. Ack!
What I’m suppose to be doing right now is typing up the minutes for my volunteer group. It would probably take me 25 minutes to complete, yet I’ve been sitting here for some time and haven’t even opened the file. I’m also spearheading a particular project for that same group and I’ve done a whole lot of nothing there, too. I’m an expert procrastinator today! whee!
I think I’m going to go watch Oprah now. heh.