I have never worked harder in my life to provide nourishment for another human being.
Okay, that’s not saying much. I can cook, I just prefer not to. Mr.Q does the vast majority of the cooking around here – partly due to his allergies, partly due to his fondness for cooking and partly due to preference for tasty food. And now, as the only one currently holding a paying job [maternity leave pays so little, monetarily], he is the Official Official Breadwinner.
I, however, am putting a significant effort into the feeding of babyQ.
Drinking between 6 and 8 liters of water per day [seriously!] and constantly snacking on what would normally be considered evil foodstuffs has now become in my best interest. It’s kind of nice to get to inhale an entire deli pizza [veggie…to cut the guilt, you know] in one sitting and know that it’s a good thing. But, it’s the 3am snacks that become cumbersome: leaning, half-asleep, on the bathroom door frame, forcing myself to guzzle 3 little bottles of room temperature tap water while nibbling on stale graham crackers. A culinary delight, it is not.
I think that this nibbling is not helped by the presence of the Food Network and the fact that it is a daytime staple. I now ponder the ways to dress up graham crackers [or arrowroot cookies, or oatmeal cookies] in a manner that in resilient to prolonged periods at room temperature. So far, no luck. Or no imagination…
But, I digress. I’m feeling a little weary – if you’ll excuse me, I must go find something to eat.