When the lady in the supermarket looks at my little, beautiful baby sitting silent in the sling I wear and says, "This is such a fun age!" I smile and thank her for the comments about how pretty my little girl is.
What I really want to do is throw my bag of potatoes at her.
It's not fun. It's not. And, why isn't it? Why am I not having fun? Is there something wrong with me? Should the fact that my baby is usually upset and seems to be in pain or just plain angry most of the time, be irrelevant to me? Will I look back on this time and think, "Wow, that really was fun"??????? Are these the "good times"? Are these first months the ones that are the best and I, somehow, can't see it?