On the one hand, I have the place back to myself during the days. On the other, I’ve got no one but my baby to keep me company.

On the one hand, I’m free to do things without feeling watched. On the other hand, I’m restricted by having no one else to watch my baby.

On the one hand, my husband’s leaving the car home more for my use. On the other, I have to drive myself everywhere and have no extra hand to get Abhi to the car.

On top of that, my husband has gone to San Francisco (for a few days).

It all makes sense now. The complaining, the misery. Why I got married. Without my husband here to relieve me in the evenings, it’s a real struggle. Abhi continues to be lovely. But he’s also a baby. Who shits his pants what seems like every hour. Who seems to be inconsolable every time I put him down. Who gets heavier every day and seems to be some kind of source of natural heat (so when he sleeps on me…we both get disgusting).

It really makes the case for sleep training, let me tell you. The two hours of peace I got between putting him down and my going to bed were blissful. That shower was easily among my top 5 showers. Once you’ve had a baby, you really do learn to appreciate the little things: like brushing your teeth or taking out the recycling.

Onwards and upwards!