Exhaustion, proper exhaustion, is the strangest thing. There is a cup of tea next to me and I have no idea how it got there. I made it, I must have as I’m the only adult in the house, yet I have absolutely no recollection of this. It’s still hot.
The children of the house are in the wars: Player 3 has a sickness bug, Player 4 is teething. Fun is not on the agenda this week. Ruby, of the bug, doesn’t feel sufficiently unwell between episodes as to be happy on the sofa with a duvet, so I have taken to chasing her around the house with the washing up bowl. Margot, of the teeth, has decided that she would rather not be put down, at any point, day or night. Normally such a jolly soul, she has discovered her voice this week and is not afraid to use it.
I am trapped in a Groundhog Day of washing, breastfeeding and Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted. Naps (for me) are out of the question as I cannot get the babes to sleep at the same time. Moments of peace are used to Google 4 month sleep regression and make questionable Amazon orders. The highlight of the week is the arrival of Sophie la Girafe.
We are over the worst. I am hoping to emerge, butterfly style, before the end of the Bank Holiday weekend. Until then, send chocolate.
Til next time,