My poor blog, I barely seem to get chance to post anything these days. Mainly because I am knackered. My knackeredness has been made worse the last couple of weeks due to Little Pea enduring an ear and throat infection, bronchiolitis, and cutting three new teeth, all timed beautifully to coincide with my return to work. Nights of constant feeding, of stripping vomit-covered nightclothes off Pea and myself, and of wondering just how the hell I am supposed to help this baby through the rattly, painful coughing, all ended with me getting up, putting my uniform on, and heading out of the house for ten hours.
We are all getting used to this new normal. Little Pea does not like my milk when not delivered from its usual soft, squeezable receptacle, and The Princess has taken to loathing bedtime. Again. I am getting used to being a working mum once again, and The Boyfriend is getting a taster of how my life as main child-carer has been for the last eight months. It’s all change, all different, it’s taking a while to settle into this new life, and sleep seems to be the very last thing to slot back into place.
So I’m sorry, little blog, if I get the chance to write or to sleep, I’m taking sleep. Every time.