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The good news is that Gareth travels pretty well, for a two-month-old infant. If you've asked me whether I'll be at Midsummer festival, a writing conference, a science fiction convention, a wedding, or whatever, and I've said, "Until I get to know the baby, I won't know how portable we are," well, the baby's not the obstacle. How well Dan and I travel with the baby is still an open question.
( In which Dan's mother gets a terrible diagnosis, my sister gives birth, and I drive very great distances through snow and mountains alone with a newborn )
I can get home from Rochester with a clean, well-fed baby and most of my equanimity. I can juggle the expectations of my parents, my in-laws, my soon-to-be-motherless husband, and my infant son. I can keep a Solstice vigil with my coven and still join my family for their holiday traditions. I can do all the Christmas shopping for my household while sick with the head cold from hell, and nurse my baby through the head cold from hell while three states away from his pediatrician.
What can't I do? Apparently, I can't free my hands from baby care and driving for long enough to do anything online--or anything on a computer at all--for more than fifteen minutes at a time, more than a couple of times a week, even when I have relatives around to help out.
Missing the writing is starting to make me itchy. I'm ready to get back to work. It'll be interesting to see how I pull that off.
( In which Dan's mother gets a terrible diagnosis, my sister gives birth, and I drive very great distances through snow and mountains alone with a newborn )
I can get home from Rochester with a clean, well-fed baby and most of my equanimity. I can juggle the expectations of my parents, my in-laws, my soon-to-be-motherless husband, and my infant son. I can keep a Solstice vigil with my coven and still join my family for their holiday traditions. I can do all the Christmas shopping for my household while sick with the head cold from hell, and nurse my baby through the head cold from hell while three states away from his pediatrician.
What can't I do? Apparently, I can't free my hands from baby care and driving for long enough to do anything online--or anything on a computer at all--for more than fifteen minutes at a time, more than a couple of times a week, even when I have relatives around to help out.
Missing the writing is starting to make me itchy. I'm ready to get back to work. It'll be interesting to see how I pull that off.
