In the last month I have been described as resilient, tolerant, patient and brilliant.
I’m not sure I would describe myself the same way – I think I would describe myself as scattered, anxious and stressed.
I have had many a sleepless night worried about things totally out of my control but those thoughts don’t stop my brain spinning around with 100 plus thoughts at 3 am.
Add in the added stress of six weeks school summer holidays and it is no wonder I am feeling a little stressed.
I have just made it through a tough six weeks living with a husband with acute laryngitis barely able to speak and a four year old who is suffering from less than 25% hearing in one year – to say my patience has been tested would be an understatement.
On the bright side, we are about to head into week 3 of the summer and we still have plenty of activities planned including a week in West Wales, a trip to Folly Farm, big birthday for grandparents turning 60 and another birthday for little girl J turning 5.
Amazing to think this time five years ago I was feeling like a beached whale desperate to give birth and now when I am on question number 50 before 9 am I wish and dream of those peaceful days.
The latest questions to baffle us into silence include:
Why don’t train have seatbelts?
How do you have a baby?
And my personal favourite and a daily battle – why do I have to go to bed so early? This question will be asked without fail whatever time we attempt to put her to sleep.
A gentleman who met my daughter for the first time on Friday evening described her as a bundle of energy and he was not wrong – fingers crossed I can get at least one night of a full eight hours sleep this week.
Roll on week 3 just 21 days until her 5 birthday so 21 days for me to work out how on earth she can have a ride on a unicorn – the one and only thing she has requested!
any suggestions gratefully received.