Freedom. And guilt.

I just put the little guy to bed and sent Steve off with Claire-bear in tow to mingle with his visiting family with an ounce of breastmilk and 4 ounces of formula. We have yet to give Claire formula but clearly I’m never going to produce enough breastmilk or have the time required to pump and feed solely breastmilk so formula is being introduced. I feel guilt. But as I have previously mentioned, I’m not cut out to be the sole giver of life. I need to be able to leave Claire with Steve. That might take me out of the running for Mother-of-the-Year but who cares. Trophies are tacky and don’t match my decore.
And Callum gave me a gift certificate for a massage for Mother’s Day so clearly, I’ll need to leave Claire for several hours very soon in order to not hurt my son’s feelings. He would demand that I get that massage, I’m sure.
I have a post brewing in my head, just need to find the time to get it to the computer. We’re crazy busy with back-to-back company until mid-June and then we’re into serious summer plans. ‘Tis the season.