Today was one of those days that I wish happened much more often. Tom, feeling guilty for going out most of the weekend, said he wished that I would go out for a whole day and night and have some fun. With Annie still feeding so much, I don’t feel that I can do that,…
Tag: Sleep
Mother
Tom came home from his skiing holiday yesterday. I went to pick him up at the airport, but when I saw him, my heart sank. I suddenly realised what a lovely stress-free week the children and I had, and how it would all change. He appeared at the airport entrance sun-burned and saying he was…
Open
Dreaming I am upstairs with Abi and Connor, squeezing spots on Connor’s eyes. The spots aren’t visible, but I know they’re there. Loads and loads of pus is coming out of each one. I go around the house opening the windows. I open two upstairs and then one downstairs – the living room one. I…
Snoring
Annie’s been really unsettled for the last few weeks, even more so than usual. I’ve been feeding her at least five times a night, every night, sometimes more. I’m managing on three to four hours of broken sleep, and I’m completely exhausted. Tom keeps complaining that we’re disturbing his sleep. Today, he even said that…