I’m currently sat here with one boob out from feeding, a baby passed out on my lap and the other kid asleep in the bed next to me, holding on tightly to a fistful of my hair as that’s the only way she sleeps! And yet I feel like a winner. Both children asleep means I have a little time to myself, even if I spend it cooking, or ironing or cleaning! I can do it without somebody clinging to my leg. I can put something on the tv that I want to watch that’s not bloody Peppa Pig!) Because as much as I love them and appreciate the opportunity to take my full maternity leave, it is constant, relentless and there is never any me time. So I take each little moment like this and treasure it!
The heat has definitely hit us hard. After the last heat wave I had every intention of buying fans before they sold out again. Clearly I didn’t do it as it’s still on my to do list and once again there are no fans in any of the shops. I’m praying Amazon deliver before the weekend!
The heat hasn’t helped with Evie’s mood. This morning she had a tantrum of the most epic proportions. I’m sure she waited until all the windows were open before she started. I’m half expecting social services to turn up to find out what all the screaming was. She’s napping it off now while I’m still recovering from it!
Despite that I feel like a bit of a winner right now. Both kids are asleep, I’ve managed to take a wee without an audience, I have a banana bread in the oven ( although I was a banana short.. one banana was beyond ripe so I had to bin it ) and I’m really hoping I get to eat lunch before they wake!
Tonight my two year old covered herself in bubbles in the bath, and then started crying because she couldn’t find her ‘winkie.’ When I say crying, I mean screaming and sobbing and shouting ‘I want my winkie back.’ It don’t stop until I washed all the bubbles off. At this point I knew it was going to be a long night …
It’s now 9pm. I’ve been trying to get the kids to sleep since 6.30pm. Evie has now entered the realms of overtiredness. We’re currently somewhere between singing, crying and on the verge of passing out. It’s basically like putting a drunk to bed.
Henry, the ‘easy’ baby, has decided he no longer wants to sleep in his crib and wants to be held all day and night. But only by me. Both only want me. At the same time. All I want is a large glass of wine, and a good nights sleep.
Wish me luck ❤️
Ok, so I’ll give this a go. It’s likely nobody will ever read this, but if not it’s a place for me to have a bit of an outlet (rant!) from time to time.
So, who am I? My name is Charlotte, I’m a 30 something mum of two adorable monsters, Evie aged 2 (going on 13) and Henry aged 5 months. I basically haven’t slept in 2 years. Most days I am fuelled by caffeine and cake.
This is my account of motherhood. All the good, bad and ugly bits.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton