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
Some days all the knowledge, all the things I have read and learned and continue to learn about parenting, get booted into a box, squished with a hefty thud, locked inside and kicked under the bed. Some days, my patience, my ability to listen, to understand, to reason, my ability to see the world through the eyes of my three-year and fifteen-month olds is totally over-powered by my need for… Continue reading
Yesterday was one of those days in which nothing is predictable. It was a day of ups and downs, of worry and relief and emotion.
It started fairly normally, except something had happened the night before which had made me worry, and subsequently sleep badly. I woke up tired (nothing out of the ordinary) and still worried, and very reluctant to get out of bed (definitely nothing out of… Continue reading
Most days, my morning goes like this:
Alarm call from The Baby around 6am. Get up and change her nappy while The Boyfriend makes a bottle for her and a cup of tea for us (I know, I’m lucky), and bring her into our bed. Have a play with The Baby in bed after she’s finished her milk until play turns to smacking, biting and pinching, at which point… Continue reading