NFW

Things went much better with the baby and the sitter today. It turns out my child was frantically overtired last time—a situation only solvable by strapping her to her mother’s body and staying in constant motion for the duration of an acceptable-length nap or until my back can no longer take it—whichever comes first. (The latter always comes first.)

I spent most of my three precious hours staring at the wall wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with myself during this time I was paying someone else to watch my child nap (because of course she naps for the sitter—babies always nap for the sitter.).

Write?

Sentences?

Paragraphs!?

Interesting ones?!?!

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.