There are many ways to respond to someone who says now is a good time to for me to have a second child.
I can smile politely and ignore them. I can go through a list of well-rehearsed reasons on why they are wrong. I can write a book about it and make some money.
But really, most of the time what I want to do is break into a tantrum and cry: BUT BUT BUT, WHAT ABOUT THE FACT THAT I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN THREE YEARS?
As I’m writing this, my toddler is giggling in her sleep, in our queen-sized bed where three is definitely a crowd. So forgive me if I don’t want to share what little space I have with a growing belly or one more human being.
Yesterday we had a family gathering event from her school, where there were FOOD. And GAMES.
It doesn’t matter if we win or lose, what’s important is the solidarity–definitely not my motto.
You’d think I’d be able to sleep after all the exhaustion from winning. But nope. Why would you go to sleep when you could ruminate over what happened 10 years ago? My brain seems to say.
Anyway. My husband is starting a new job next week. Since his hours will be unpredictable, he will spend most of his weeknights in Jakarta. We have tried this arrangement for a few weeks now, and it went surprisingly well. I think all this time we kept invading each other’s personal space, so it’s nice to have some room.
It’s past midnight now. Better try and get some sleep.