I went back to work when Orin was four months. Still breastfeeding, still feeding at night, and going to work during the day. So many working mothers go through the same thing, but it’s so exhausting! Every day of Orin’s first year I used to give myself a private award for staying human.
Though the brown boy was an completely engaged parent, and we had a day time nanny for Orin, there were times when I needed a little break.
“Hmmph,” says the anteater. “An afternoon of babysitting needs an afternoon of therapy.”
“There goes my potential babysitter,” I think.