Wednesday was a day. Harrison bellied up to the Breastaurant every hour to two. And basically ate me out of house and home. Nursing anywhere from fifty minutes to an hour and a half with each sucking sesh. And had absolutely no interest in being set down at any point. At all. Or being put in a carrier of any kind. And so changing the middlest’s diaper… Well that was a feat. As was prepping lunch. And unpairing the tiniest of Lego combination {shouldn’t there be a tool for this by now?!}. And I played taxi to three boys. To pre-school. To the doctor. To haircuts. By the end of the day I felt completely overused.