working overtime

The good thing about not having a job is that, when a friend who recently gave birth to a beautiful peanut of a human is planning to go back to work in two days' time but hasn't yet found a super nanny/babysitter, I can step in to help. My days are, like, totally free. Or they were.

Now they're all about bottom-wiping, bottle-fixing, and drool-catching. I also spend a great deal of time burping the wee one. A LOT of time.

So I wasn't all that surprised to find myself trying to burp my cat last night in my sleep. She didn't really mind, because she takes affection in whatever shape it takes, but I was annoyed that it took her so damn long to produce a belch.