There was an IG post that caught my eye the other day. It said ‘No Sleep Club’ and ‘Who wants to join?’, followed by a load of emphatic Yeses. But then these yeses were followed by the likes of “It’s been 2 years now” and “Eighteen months in”, and the ever-hopeful “Hang in there, it gets better”.
Really?? Does it? It’s been over seven years since I last slept… Continue reading
I feel the need to write. I have no idea what to say, but I need to say something. Maybe something about this increasingly narrow, right-wing world in which we live, in which we are raising our future generations. Maybe something about tolerance and acceptance and diversity all rapidly being replaced with hatred and fear, suspicion and repression. Or maybe something about how a misogynistic, racist and
I often wonder, as most parents do, if The Husband and I are doing a good enough job at this parenting thing. Do we set enough boundaries? Do we set too many boundaries? Do we listen enough? Do we provide enough choice? Too much choice? Do our children know we are absolutely and utterly there for them no matter what? Do they know we love them? Are we ok as… Continue reading
I realise what I am about to write will probably be my undoing, I am fairly convinced it will jinx things so much that I will never sleep more than an hour at a time ever, ever again. But here goes.
After 21 months of breastfeeding Pea to sleep, after 21 months of him only sleeping when next to someone, preferably me, preferably with milk, and after not quite… Continue reading
So this last weekend was the bank holiday weekend, three days of not working (not for The Boyfriend, unfortunately, who went to work on Saturday), three days spent in utter frivolity, three days of sunshine for the first time since records began. Maybe. It also happened that Little Pea’s first birthday landed right on bank holiday Monday. Perfect! Everyone would be free to celebrate the whole weekend through… Continue reading
I’ve never been a morning person. I have been a life-long fan of sleep and staying in bed. As a child, while friends would rise at dawn, I could happily snooze the entire morning away. As a grown-up (allegedly), add in boozy nights, long working days, on-call shifts, and getting up time would very often coincide with Countdown.
My children have not inherited my love for lying in. The… Continue reading
I have just written a post for Emma’s Diary Blog and it reminded me just why I blog. I was writing about a particularly difficult morning, alone, sleep-deprived, with two babies to get dried, dressed, fed, to the shops, back in bed, and out to lunch with friends, all with the added extras of a grumpy, temporarily deaf (to any of my requests) toddler, and a sobbing, clingy… Continue reading
This morning Little Pea and I took a trip out to our local breastfeeding group. Given that I breastfed The Princess and am fairly passionate about the whole subject, it may come as a surprise that this was my first visit to the group.
After The Princess was born, anxiety and depression kept me indoors and socially detached for a long time. As I started to get… Continue reading
I can’t believe I’m doing this again so soon, it only feels like a few months since I did it the first time, but it’s getting on for two years now…
This week, this happened:
And true to form, I’m on the verge of a breakdown over the fact that my baby is no longer a… Continue reading