The adrenaline has worn off and the selfishness has kicked in.
I once had a friend who told me, "You never know how selfish you are until you get married...and then you never know how selfish you are until you have children."
The truth is, I didn't want to make bread this morning while Frog slept. I wanted to sleep. I didn't want to let the big kids hold the baby when he was being nice, I wanted them to leave him alone so that he would continue to be nice. I don't want to mess up my nice loaves of bread to let Frodo eat the dough (even though it is his favorite part). I haven't read since my kids came home and I'm a book reviewer. I need to read. For my sanity and for my obligations. Need I go on?
Selfishness, thy name is Jamie.
BYW, I just found a peanut in the loaf of bread I disfigured to give Frodo a piece of dough (that I should have remembered to save out, but I'm suffering sleep deprivation). A peanut.
I can only assume that happened while my dough was "sponging" while I quickly rinsed off in the shower. Three year olds.
I'd tell you what I'm reading, but I'm NOT.