I am so bored.
It's not that I don't have enough to do. I just do the same thing everyday. Get up, nurse Andrew, help Chris get the girls ready, try to enjoy a cup of coffee, nurse Andrew, put him down in his chair to sleep, eat lunch, maybe get a shower in, nurse Andrew, try to do a load of laundry, pick up baby dolls, assemble some sort of dinner, nurse Andrew, try to get dinner on the table for the girls and Chris who come home, try to play with them, nurse Andrew, help Chris get them ready for bed, nurse Andrew and try to get him to sleep (until midnight), clean up the kitchen, sit on the couch with Chris for a little while, go to bed, get up two or three times in the night to nurse AGAIN. I forgot, or chose to block out, how needy newborns are and how lucky I am to get any sense of accomplishment until he can react with other emotions besides crying.