Getting to pour some quiet processing time into a life change, unfulfilled desire, or complex relationship with whatever? get yourself to the safe harbor of a harshly lit drugstore. It helps.
I love it, even with the repetition and exhaustion. Unexpected benefit: losing sense of time. Every task, from feeding to putting her to sleep, takes as long as it takes. I’m not trying to control time or “be productive” in the same way I did pre-baby.
