Yesterday I wrote about what a day looks like around here... well, a day when I only have one baby to take care of, and it made me think about my maternity leave. This is week 5 of my maternity leave, and I'm no longer sure what I've done on any given day. I know that on Tuesdays and Thursdays Fynn goes to daycare and Tuesday is the breastfeeding support group Bentley and I go to... other than that, it's a bit of a blur.
When was the last time B had a bath? Did I shower today? Or yesterday? What day did we cook the chicken sitting in the fridge? Did Fynn nap yesterday?
In some ways it's nice. No deadlines, grad school homework, papers to grade, students to worry about, or rushing around to do. But in some ways it's unmotivating (it's a word, I promise... even if spell check says it's not). With no place to be or things to get done, I find myself unmotivated to get things done. Kitchen a mess? Meh, I can pick up later/tomorrow/never ever ever. Thank you cards for gifts brought to the hospital when B was born? Eh, it's only been a month (side note, a friend of mine had a baby shower on the 14th and I got a thank you card in the mail on the 17th... I may hate her a little bit). I want to care that I'm not getting much done... but it's hard to care when it doesn't really matter.
Besides, as I lay on the couch, I get to snuggle these two