It’s fair to say that both myself and the mini-me and are having one of those weeks. One of us is right under the thundercloud on the latest Wonder Week leap, and as a result the other one of us is suffering from an exhaustingly dull lack of sleep.
It’s pretty predictable to talk about being tired, I know. I don’t want to moan about it; we’ve been very lucky with Eliza’s sleep for most of the past six months and some people have it much, much worse (and bizarrely I get a lot of ideas for fantastic things when I’m awake in the middle of the night, so it’s not all terrible!).
It is true to a certain extent that this blog does focus on the highlights, as who really wants to read about the negatives – being covered in baby sick and the like – or, worse, the mundane things that make up so much of day-to-day life such as nappy changes, trips to the supermarket and putting the washing machine on again and again? Not that I’m complaining about any of this, it’s just that these are normal, everyday things that aren’t by any means remarkable enough to write about. And being tired is normally a big part of this.
I read somewhere that one of the best things about parenting is getting to experience moments of pure joy on a daily basis. This is so true (and it’s often the little things – the thrilled face Eliza makes when she sees me or Alex in the morning, watching her push up on her hands and look around, yesterday when she actually ate some solid food instead of letting it dribble down her chin). But of course, along with all the amazingly good bits you also have the flip side; and these aren’t crippling lows, but more like the mundane, meh-feeling days, mainly as a result of lack of sleep. These don’t really alter my love of being a mum, but they do mean I don’t have the inspiration or inclination to update my blog.
So I guess all this is a long-winded way of saying that normal service will hopefully resume shortly (and if you’ve emailed me and I’ve not yet replied, sorry!)