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
As I drove home from work this evening, I suddenly felt OK. My iPod chose a song which made me do a deep breath, a long exhale, and a smile. It was Oh Valencia by The Decemberists and it made me, dare I say, happy.
I thought about getting home to my little girl, feeling her little arms around my neck as I lift her… Continue reading
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just kept my optimistically big mouth shut. No grief and no guilt, eh? Pah. Did it sound like I had made a complaint, like I felt these things were creating a hole in my life?? Today I have felt guiltier and more grief-stricken than I have in a long while. Grief-stricken is, perhaps, a tad strong. Maybe just anguished, vexed… Continue reading
I wasn’t going to write anything today because, as I said to The Boyfriend earlier, The Baby has caused me no grief and no guilt lately.
Which made me stop and think for two reasons. One, am I really only blogging about bad… Continue reading
…wish people would read signs!
You probably know (by my incessant whinging) that I returned to work this week. I work in a little ‘hospital’ – it’s not really a hospital; it only has one ward, and a handful of out-patient clinics. I work in the X-ray ‘department’ (it’s just me) in a corridor shared with the Minor Injuries ‘department’… Continue reading