Tonight as I lay in bed with my girl reading her stories while she drank her milk I reflected on the last few weeks and the fact that I was cuddling my girl, happy and content not exhausted and fed up.
In the past 3+ weeks my husband has worked til the wee hours of the morning every. single. day. Weekends included we have had dinner together a grand total of 4 times. That’s also how many times he has been home before midnight. This also means that in the past 3+ weeks I’ve only had a total of 4 part-days away from looking after LP and all of those days have been either work or study related.
This is not a poor me post. It’s a “Hey, I’ve actually copied OK with this” post.
It definitely helped that Miss Awesome stayed with us for 4 days last week and was a great company, not to mention help!
It also helped that tonight I took LP out for pizza [yep, pizza. Go on, judge me :)]
It also helps that we are going to VIETNAM in 2 more sleeps!
BUT, the point is. I’m ok. We’re ok.
If it were Oct 2008, I don’t think that would be the case. I think I would be in the fetal position somewhere in a state of high anxiety, exhaustion and depression. I wouldn’t have been able to cope and this would have compounded an already difficult situation. BUT, in Oct 20009, things are good.
It was an exciting and encouraging revelation!
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