Newborns sleep 15-17 hours a day. So why can’t I find time to take a shower?

I have to admit my attention deficit disorder has been pretty bad since I had to give up my medication on account of being pregnant or breastfeeding. Now that I’m sleep deprived the ADD has become even more pronounced.

For instance, I made plans to visit my friend Bonnie sometime last week. I told her I would see her before the weeks’ end so when Friday came along I herded the stroller/diaper bag/wallet/cell phone/baby toward the door. When I called her office to tell her I was on my way they had a message saying they were closed.

Weird! I thought…Maybe they took Friday off since Monday was a national holiday?

Then I realized that it was not Friday at all, but Saturday already.

Coffee has become my drug of choice, or should I say, survival, so I made myself a pot, sat down and cried.

How many times has this happened, where Friday was really Saturday, and I totally missed the boat, not by five minutes but BY A WHOLE DAY! I know it’s popular to discount the validity of ADD as a real issue but I would love nothing more than to wish those antagonistic fuckers a day in my brain.

On a completely unrelated note, the neighbors have set up an air compressor in their backyard as I type this note. It just loudly professed it’s presence with a loud, vibrating sound that goes something like a backwards fart.

Normally I love power tools (especially the Sawzall), except when they wake up baby…

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The air compressor and power saw seem to have lulled Leo off to a series of dreams in which he intermittently smiles and squeals. When I imagine what he dreams of I think it must be of breasts. Milky, warm, big happy breasts that would even make ol’ Hef get a boner if he could.