Is there a word for hibernating which evokes lying in the sunshine?
All this baby stuff is certainly different this time around, or perhaps I am different, or (even more likely) it’s a little of both.
I remember feeling an overwhelming urge and ability to accomplish things when Dragon was born. This resulted in the Three by Three quilt (which is much in use at the moment) and a fairly extensive baby book.
This time, while the astonishing range and throughput of infant digestive systems no longer makes me weep, I’m really struggling to do… anything.
Instead piles of things I’m halfway through are mushrooming up around the house while I read Agatha Christie and stare vaguely at the walls.
On the other hand, I sold two pieces this week, so perhaps all is not lost.