this morning as I drove O to Oscar I realised I was almost wandering off the road in the car. And thought, “Gee, I wonder what the matter is?”
And then at the pool chatting with a friend, she quietly said, “you’re yelling” as I recounted the distribution of laundry-doing-tasks in our house at the moment (all me: washing, hanging, folding; clothes and everything else). Oops.
The lack of sleep for going on three months is really starting to get to me. This morning was a winner, with the little babe awake at 4am for an hour (unusual), then snorting-through-her-snot-cold for the next half-hour so I couldn’t sleep, then the 2 year old waking up at 5:30 am and declaring, “I’m awake, Mummy!” at the top of his voice. Then proceeding to get up instead of going back to bed, and whilst I didn’t get up, I heard him talking at the top of his voice till I did get up at 6:30. ..
yeah. So basically in addition to the normal night feeding, I didn’t get a wink of sleep after 4am.
Not a coherent mummy.
I am recalling that #1 slept through the night from about 8 weeks to six months. Gee I wish #2 would do the same.
My sister has suggested I just eat more chocolate. Though I bought some clothes yesterday and in the interest of not having to buy any more, I think I need to lay off that…
This phase of life has to be nature’s little way of ensuring there is a decent gap between siblings.