I loathe the phrase ‘quality time’. Possibly because I can’t work out what it means. And I am both suspicious and indignant about things when I don’t know what they mean (and everyone else seems to). I’m told my husband and I should have more of it. And I should feel guilty for not spending […]
All I want is a good night’s sleep I love Newborn dearly but I don’t want to hear a peep So he’d better learn to count some sheep ‘Cos a good night’s sleep would be loverly LOV-ER-LY You have more than a room somewhere A lovely cot built with swearing and care Monkey, giraffe, your […]
I spent last night in a room of sleepless pain, built from walls of screams and wails, from which I emerged with that crazy eyed, sparkly faced, mind numbingly brittle voiced martyrdom of the truly sleep deprived. Bite me and I taste of win, my face shouts to the world. Ask me my name? I’ve […]
There was a lovely post on http://www.muddlingalongmummy.com/ about how things change with parenthood, most especially its never ending game of sleep catch up. M-A-M talked of her fantasy of 24 hours in a hotel with room service. Like almost every Mum I’ve ever met or could imagine, I too share this fantasy. Nice bath, TV, […]