This week I have felt nothing but guilt.
Guilt that I can't do as much with my two almost three year old as I used to as I'm either working my way through the mountainous pile of washing ( six people make a lot of washing!) or feeding her baby sister, or sorting out both of her brothers who have lost a shoe or a P.E. kit..the list is endless.
How come you have time to blog then, or do those stoopid games on facebook? you might ask.
you might not of course, but if you do the answer is 'I NEED ME TIME!'
I had an amazing day yesterday, simply getting a haircut and browsing a few shops without having to do the wee-wee run, or search for nappies because we left ours at home, was purest bliss.
However, as soon as the bubble burst and I was home, the guilt set in.
Richy my delectable other half was near frazzled. I didn't as some women do, and think 'HAH, least you know what I go through on a day to day basis.' because he goes through the stresses of getting up, every single day, helping me, going to work, walking the four miles there n back in whatever weather, never complaining because he does that all for us...To me his job is just as hard.
And also I know he cares and worries about me so much when he goes to work, worried that suddenly I'll develop postnatal depression ( my mum suffered terribly with it, and has never been the same even 30 years on) or get the bubby blues.
Good Lord, I don't have time for a mini-knackered-weep let alone full-on depression!
Felt completely refreshed though after my mini makeover! I actually felt human and not so hard on the eye lol, instead of looking like Worzel Gummidge and John Prescotts love-child.
Baby feeding is going well, did our research and found that mixing breast milk and formula actually can work, so have been doing this to give me more freedom...its fantastic and made everything easier and I don't lose the bond I've made with her by feeding.
Anyways, I have my work cut out today, I have one naked rambunctious 2 year old, a poorly sickly 8 year old and a wet and smelly 4 week old, so time to close the lap-top and get stuck in!!!
Guilt that I can't do as much with my two almost three year old as I used to as I'm either working my way through the mountainous pile of washing ( six people make a lot of washing!) or feeding her baby sister, or sorting out both of her brothers who have lost a shoe or a P.E. kit..the list is endless.
How come you have time to blog then, or do those stoopid games on facebook? you might ask.
you might not of course, but if you do the answer is 'I NEED ME TIME!'
I had an amazing day yesterday, simply getting a haircut and browsing a few shops without having to do the wee-wee run, or search for nappies because we left ours at home, was purest bliss.
However, as soon as the bubble burst and I was home, the guilt set in.
Richy my delectable other half was near frazzled. I didn't as some women do, and think 'HAH, least you know what I go through on a day to day basis.' because he goes through the stresses of getting up, every single day, helping me, going to work, walking the four miles there n back in whatever weather, never complaining because he does that all for us...To me his job is just as hard.
And also I know he cares and worries about me so much when he goes to work, worried that suddenly I'll develop postnatal depression ( my mum suffered terribly with it, and has never been the same even 30 years on) or get the bubby blues.
Good Lord, I don't have time for a mini-knackered-weep let alone full-on depression!
Felt completely refreshed though after my mini makeover! I actually felt human and not so hard on the eye lol, instead of looking like Worzel Gummidge and John Prescotts love-child.
Baby feeding is going well, did our research and found that mixing breast milk and formula actually can work, so have been doing this to give me more freedom...its fantastic and made everything easier and I don't lose the bond I've made with her by feeding.
Anyways, I have my work cut out today, I have one naked rambunctious 2 year old, a poorly sickly 8 year old and a wet and smelly 4 week old, so time to close the lap-top and get stuck in!!!
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