God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

clock watcher

The breastfeeding books say, "watch the baby, not the clock" but Oh I am a Clock Watcher!

Motherhood is not, at this point, a clock friendly endeavor. I try to make it so by charting when Baby N ate, slept, presented me with a chockful diaper... but it's more a record of what was. It does only a little to help me to anticipate what will be and what his behavior means - hunger, fatigue, gas, boredom? (Not to mention what my life means.)

I crave the order made from dates, times, amounts. I crave the sense it helps me to make of things.

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