maternity leave is rough

I never realized that for a modern woman, married in this modern age to the modern-est of men, motherhood can still mean “I raise the babies while you make the money.” And while the nature of breastfeeding, coupled with my reluctance to drive to Rite-Aid without the Little Ghoulie in the backseat, suggests to me that this is the normal biological arrangement, it does not make it easier when the Daddy calls to say he’ll be working through dinner. Good thing I didn’t thaw that lasagna.