Cheating?

Bennett is finally big enough (10lbs!!) and stable enough for the swing. This allows for longer, steadier naps, which mean that I can get more done. Rationally, it seems like a win-win situation.

So why does it feel like cheating? Where in the world does this irrational guilt come from?

The end is nigh

Surely I should be doing something more productive with my time. Meditating. Reading something of depth. Reading anything to my boy.

But no. I have B in a swing. He puked on me. Twice. (It was awesome actually. And hilarious.) I made my delicious red pepper, lentil and kidney bean chili with brown rice. I wanted to eat it in one sitting.

And. I discovered Buffy episodes on Hulu. Oh sweet lord, my life is lost.

ETA: recipe in comments!