Look, I couldn’t help it, OK? I’ve been reading Fox’s Socks – and the rest of the Acorn Wood gang- for two years. I know them off by heart and I can say without certainty I’m not the only one thinking Fox really needs to cut back on the sauce […]
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This is a break-up letter, although ours is not a bitter end.
We have been through some times, certainly. That spate of hourly feeds was fun, and mastitis sure knew how to throw a good party or three. There were moments when I wished we were formula feeding just to get a break, a solid stretch of sleep, a few hours where nobody needed to touch me. Our relationship was definitely not without its speed bumps.
Announcing a brief blog takeover by the bambino. Normal service will be resumed. At some point. If he ever starts sleeping…
1. Milk is the greatest thing ever invented – by women or cows – or whatever. Wherever it comes from, it’s awesome, so keep it flowing.
2. Grown-ups are weird. They bemoan the fact having kids has made them boring, then don’t stop banging on about sleep and being tired. YAWN. Change the record or bore off!
People flock daily to popular parenting forums to seek tips, advice and opinions on matters about life and their precious offspring – it’s popular stuff! If babies and toddlers used them, however, we might find them wrestling some particularly meaty issues… Following on from the original Totsnet, this Am I Being […]
So there’s apparently always a lesson to be learnt. Even in the hellish midst of sleep deprivation…
1 – To lower my expectations… and then lower them some more. To the point where I consider a two hour stretch of unbroken sleep pretty decent
2 – That sometimes the only thing allowing me to parent safely is a hot cup of tea and the gritty determination to reach the bottom of it
I hear a lot of stuff about the baby days, a lot about the terrible two’s and a lot about 4-year-olds and the huge milestone of starting school. Right now though, I’m bathing knee deep in 3-year-old lunacy, which I actually don’t hear much about at all.
My son Just. Doesn’t. Stop.
Age 3 seems to be an explosion of imagination, conversation, learning SO much, and the blossoming of both awesome and frankly quite frightening personality traits. It’s a time to savour the happy chaos – in between shouting, ‘Get to bed!’ And, ‘Stop picking your nose!’ – and a time to worry if we’re doing what we should to help him not become a psychopath.
Tired and a little stressed, I sat down last week and tapped out this post for my Facebook page. I had had enough… of feeling like I wasn’t doing well enough, or that my baby was somehow wrong for not singing the same song sheet as the books prescribe. The response was so wonderfully overwhelming that I realised so many of us feel similar, and so many of us are cracking on doing an absolutely stirling job, but without any self-recognition. At all.
To my big and little whirlwinds,
To my loves… my work… my miracle daily grinds.
It hit me recently, amidst the busy-ness of two small kids and the fact I am still very much finding my feet with the (not so) new baby, how settled I actually am, and happy. I am tired – like bone tired – and sometimes stressed and flailing. Everything is disorganised and when I attempt the daily plate spinning every other parent also does, I always, always drop one. I worry about various things both related and unrelated to you, and my head can never retain all of the information it needs to be fully functional. Oh, and did I mention I’m tired?