First and foremost, let me apologize to all my paraplegic readers... yes, I'm a wuss.
I do not like to be trapped... it's just one of those many things I don't like. Trap me in a room, watch me go bat shizzzzz crazy. Trap me in crummy relationship, watch me load up a uhaul by myself. Trap me in a coffin underground with only a small supply of air to last me until a detective figures out all the clues in time to save my life... nuts.
So with that in mind, I hate being trapped on my fanny holding a baby 24/7 or trapped with one hand available to do anything... dishes, cleaning... I am not your old fashioned lady who is okay with having a child strapped to her hip. My worst frustration is not being able to type with two hands. Between trying to keep up with this blog, blogging for school, doing my school assignments, responding to the neverending emails in my inbox or trying to grade papers and enter the grades onto the computer... I need both hands! Hunting and pecking just doesn't fly.
My two hand options are- go into work early or stay late so I can type or get up super early/stay up late so I can have two hands free. But then comes the pick and choose time of what do I need to do more with those two free hands? Should I clean, fold laundry, strangle someone or use the computer?
While you ponder that, I'll get back to you. Baby H just woke up and now I have no hands available.
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