I nursed Leni for the very last time on Monday. That might sound like a random day of the week to plan a life-changing event, but it was all very strategic. Jose and I were going to a concert and I wanted to make sure bedtime went smoothly for Jose’s mum (“Baba”), who was babysitting. … Continue reading Weaned.

Weaning toward freedom

It has become glaringly obvious that I need a day off. And a night off. And then maybe another day. My fuse has been really short lately and I find myself resenting Jose’s ability to--seemingly--come and go as he pleases. The other day he finished work early and went off to buy new work shirts. … Continue reading Weaning toward freedom