It’s been a real toughie, this week. I’m so exhausted I just want to cry or get drunk. I definitely need chocolate.
The weekend was nice. We took Iris to the new ice cream parlour that has opened nearby and it was fabulous! Trevor watched quite a lot of rugby, and we had Iris’s feet measured for new shoes. Whenever she wears them she says they are hot and blows on them. I’m not really sure what to make of that.
Monday and Tuesday were dreadful. Apart from a sunny but cold walk with the dog and the ToddleBike, we did nothing. Astrid cried all day long and I couldn’t calm her down. I couldn’t shower or eat or play with Iris. It was exhausting. Meanwhile Iris had constipation and kept getting upset.
We managed lunch out and crochet club on Wednesday but only just. It was another hard exhausting day. In the evening Trevor picked up our new pushchair and we put it together. I’ve been excited for is arrival so it brightened up a bad day a little bit.
Yesterday we got to breastfeeding group, but it was a struggle. The morning was awful and I nearly gave up. How do you get three of you ready and out of the house when you have a baby who screams constantly and a wild toddler who causes chaos? I can’t figure it out at the moment.
Bedtime has been hard too. Trevor hasn’t been getting home in time, and I’m not sure how to get Iris to sleep while Astrid screams. It’s just not possible.
Thank goodness it’s finally Friday.
We have plans this weekend to celebrate my birthday, which is on Monday. I don’t really want to do any of it right now. I’d just like some time alone and a pint of gin.