Is a Balanced Mother an Oximoron?

Juggle, juggle, juggle. Struggle, struggle, struggle. Am yet to finish one task properly. Woke up this morning, as I do every morning, to the dulcit tones of hungry bub cries. When will bub learn to feed self? Must invent machine which administers milk to bub using heat sensor to determine where her mouth is. But would probably get to the bit just before I had it working and not be able to finish it. Am avoiding working on my script like Muslims avoid alcohol (or like Americans avoid Muslims). Every time I see it sitting on my desk I dodge out the room. Even considered prodding sleeping baby to make her cry so I had an excuse not to work. Is that technically abuse?