Today marks 4 years since we found out I was pregnant with Toby, and also 18 months since Martha was born. Today I’m off work because Martha is ill, and today I’m feeling incredibly sad.
I should add ‘sleep deprived’ into the title too, because essentially the tiredness and the juggling of toddler-ness make working full time so much harder. Working makes the sleep deprivation and the toddler-ness much harder. Double-edged swords and all. So, how to survive it.
Generally speaking, the worst of the sleep deprivation is behind us now. That said, neither Toby or Martha sleeps through every night, and if one does you can get your bottom dollar the other won’t. After a bit of a bad spell, I thought I was doing relatively well, until these 5 signs told me I’m more exhausted than I’d realised!
If they made a movie of my life and career – which they wouldn’t because that’d mean I’d become ‘known’ – it would be called Eternal Wallflower With a Chaotic Mind. Okay, so I *may* have been ‘inspired’ by a certain film when I thought up this title – but it popped into my mind when Phil said something to me this evening about whether an Instagram of mine would go viral.
I know, I’m meant to celebrate how amazing my body is, and that it carried and birthed two babies, and it breastfed them (and continues to feed Martha), and it’s basically the best thing ever. I feel that way, I really do. I love what my body has done and I feel every single positive thing about it in that respect, but the same cannot be said for how it looks.