Overbusy

Solomon and his Ma seem to be a tad busy. Evidence: fewer photos and blog entries. It's not just that. Some of the issue is that the photos seems to be the same: Here's Solomon with a toy. Grinning. Naked. Wearing something cute. I don't know how it was that I seemed to have more time when Solomon was less independent. He's pretty skilled at playing on his own for several minutes now, but I'm pressed to even fix myself a lunch. There are only so many days that one can have two slices of mesquite smoked deli turkey wrapped around a slice of Tilamook cheddar, without feeling like a slacker. I actually bought a crock pot to cook my dinners for me. I think part of my time management struggle is that Solomon sleeps less during the day, and one of those naps I often take with him. Which brings me to another time-robber: The Boy is more fun and I can't resist playing with him. Throw in three 4-midnight shifts and there's not a lot left. I'm told that my expectations for myself are slightly elevated. I'm noticing that I have increased irritability. This is usually one of the symptoms about which I ask the patients in the Emergency Room, and identifying it in myself is a bit embarrassing. But I digress. This is merely the justification for what I'm about to do/not do. My experiment for the next few weeks will be to post photos occasionally, but not so often and with minimal captioning. It occurs to me that I'm saying this here for my own benefit. Whatev.