I am bouncing between floor and ceiling like a human powerball. Yesterday T. really stepped it up, after I mentioned that I had blogged about our, um, frank meeting of minds. He started clearing an upstairs room to become my office, and took over re-settling baby to sleep in the wee small hours this morning. More importantly, he keeps checking in about what I need and making sure that we’re negotiating rather than him just making executive decisions. So I was feeling good. Then last night was another night from hell, and this morning I was a wreck again. But we had a good morning, the sitter put V. down for her nap, and things are looking better now.
I feel like I now understand with crystalline clarity why people in industrialized, atomized, wired, automated, nuclear societies have fewer children. I keep thinking about the women I knew in Bolivia who would have 7 or 8… not that they necessarily wanted to, mind you – many women told me they’d be happy with 2 or 3 – but it’s somehow more doable within a different kind of social arrangement.