Why is it that ten minutes into every bath I attempt to have, I end up kneeling in the water, breastfeeding the boy with his legs propped on the edge of the bath to keep them dry; or whenever I pick up my fork, of an evening, baby boy decides that NOW he's ravenous; or just as I lay my head on my pillow for a nap, the little man chooses to wake up? Why is that?
the random ponderings of an ordinary person
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