That about sums it up

My life now consists of:

• Feeding the baby
• Washing the baby's laundry (and my clothes that he has also messed)
• Serving as a target for his escaping bodily fluids.

If I leave the house, it is to buy diapers or sleepers or laundry detergent or maybe, just maybe, food. If I eat, it is to make more milk to feed the baby.

It just doesn't get any better, does it.