three days in
Three days into this parental-leave business and still not quite *with it*, as my grandpa used to say. It's a big change, from rushing off to work in the morning to waiting around for someone to poop (actually, there are some similarities there). At the office I'd just blaze through my morning, knowing full well how wool-headed I was in the afternoon; now we don't even get out of the house until three or so (which has, this week at least, been the time for the sun to finally come out). I understand the rhythms of the day well enough -- it's basically just play, eat, play, eat, poop, nap, repeat ... again, not entirely different from the office -- but I'm still not making enough hay with my quiet time. But then the last few months have been a real drag, and I'm tired ... Chicken Licken is asleep right now and I'm tempted to put my head down, too. And the second I drift off is when, of course, she'll wake right up.