Throwing the bathwater out

It seems I’ve fallen off the face of the planet. Trying to write a paper while tending to a newborn means the floors don’t get swept, the milk goes bad without notice, and the blog . . . well, let’s just say I’m sitting her trying to figure out how to work in “throwing out the baby” but . . . I’m experiencing what my beloved husband calls “mushy brain” . . . a chronic prenatal, postnatal disease. If writing is the baby I so incautiously threw out with the bathwater that was everything else in my thinking life, then this becomes my first attempt at getting back–as it were–the baby.