Misery Loves Company

 

Social media was supposedly designed to keep us closer to people we normally wouldn't be in contact with. The more I read about your "bad day" or "on going stomache ache" the less I care about the highs that happen in your life. If you wouldn't send it out in a mass text to everyone in your address book, chances are it is not important enough to post in one of your four-an-hour status updates. No one really cares and the only people that comment about how sorry they feel for you and how they want your day to get better are just attention seeking individuals themselves. You're in good company. All that social media does for me is make me spend wasted time sifting through the 900 pictures you posted of your camping trip last weekend and laugh at how people seeek out pity from people they went to middle school with 15 years ago.

Kudos. You're pathetic.

My Breastfeeding Dilemma

It's the best thing for your baby. I get that and it is why I have breastfed Carter as long as I have. When asking my guru for children rearing advice (my Mommy) about how she weened her 7 kids, the lucky duck said that we all weened ourselves. Helpful. Not. We are almost 2 years old and nursing, or asking to nurse, as much now as she did a year ago. I'm starting to regret teaching her how to talk and use sign language.
I am really struggling with continuing to breastfeed her. I feel like I should as long as she wants to for the nutritional benefits since she is not a huge eater. However, I am getting so burnt out with having her ask for it no less than 15 times a day, or every time I stop moving even for a second. I would hate to have a negative memory of our breastfeeding career. Yes, I call it a career because I feel like its my full time job.
I'm giving this milking station another two months with my fingers and toes crossed that she decides to take the chips and walk away from the table on her own. Lord willing.