Taking care of Klara turned out to be the second most enjoyable activity I’ve ever participated in. The first being spending time with N, obviously. I like it more than traveling in Europe because I always overspend and feel guilty. And more than going to the beach because I always get sunburn. And even more than spending time with my sister because she’s never as deliriously happy every time she sees me as Klara is. Which is a good thing because it would be disturbing if it were otherwise. Of course, I never tried spending time with my sister on a European beach. That might be a close competitor for the very enjoyable infant care.
Please take into account, however, that I’m particularly well-suited for infant care by virtue of my personal history. Until 2 years ago, I didn’t drive and was always stuck at home. So I don’t feel the panic of, “OMG, I can’t just pick up and go to the movies whenever I feel like it any more!” because I never could. So it’s nothing new.
I don’t mind being stuck at home because that’s where I do my best work. I don’t feel lonely, I very rarely miss the company of other adults, I don’t mind sleep deprivation, I’m not stressed out by baby screams – I’m ideally suited to taking care of a baby.