Maternity leave is not totally unlike a quarantine. Sure, you are “off,” but the coziness verges on cabin fever. You are far more concerned than usual about hand-washing. Leaving the house is a huge production requiring advance planning and gear. And, you know, you have so so many dried beans, because you joined the Rancho Gordo bean club when the waitlist opened up (because that’s the kind of waitlist you’re on these days), you have literally seven pounds of adorable beans in your pantry, and a second freezer filled with meat share meat, and when the quarantine was first announced you were like, “Oh, we’ll finally eat all of those beans,” but then the quarantine actually begins and you don’t really
#77, wash your fucking hands
#77, wash your fucking hands
#77, wash your fucking hands
Maternity leave is not totally unlike a quarantine. Sure, you are “off,” but the coziness verges on cabin fever. You are far more concerned than usual about hand-washing. Leaving the house is a huge production requiring advance planning and gear. And, you know, you have so so many dried beans, because you joined the Rancho Gordo bean club when the waitlist opened up (because that’s the kind of waitlist you’re on these days), you have literally seven pounds of adorable beans in your pantry, and a second freezer filled with meat share meat, and when the quarantine was first announced you were like, “Oh, we’ll finally eat all of those beans,” but then the quarantine actually begins and you don’t really