Yesterday I was asked to do three different things by different people, but I could not oblige them because I have a newborn. Part of me felt guilty and torn, the other part of me was like "I have a newborn." One of these things I could have gotten paid for... But by the time Leon is fed and I've pumped and I get him to an imaginary baby sitter, pay them, do the thing, gas, etc. it's just not worth it to me. And even if it was, I'm just not ready to leave my 7 week old with anyone besides Tyler. Some people don't quite understand that, but that's ok.
I used to think "oh I'll be such a laid back parent. My kid won't cry when I drop them off at the nursery." And now, I truly think this boy will be attached to me like a barnacle until he's at least 2. And I'm more than happy about it. He's currently mobied up and smacking on my collar bone.
I got some new jeans. I'm getting a haircut on Saturday. And my car won't start.