Housekeeping woes, newborn nap time dash and cold tea, the plight of a modern day mama!
I forgot how hard a newborn is! The last four months have sped past in a blur! Lorne has recently gone through a grizzly stage and he’s had his injections aswell, so that hasn’t helped! He’s now 19 weeks, alert enough to look and grasp, but only entertained for a few minutes.
My days seem so short in between school runs. I struggle to get anything done, but it’s far from a life sat on the sofa! Generally our day consists of a tour of the brightly coloured play stations, I have strategically placed around the house, which allows me a few minutes hands free. Or I’ll carry him around with me, whilst I do everything one handed. On days when he’s grumpy or just wanting my full attention, he won’t tolerate me doing anything, other than shamelessly singing my own made up version of a Taylor Swift song! I’m not sure he’s a fan or why Taylor Swift songs are my default!!!
Then there is the tea saga! I think I boil the kettle about 8 times a day, from that I’ll make on average about four cups of tea and drink approximately a quarter of one!
You’d think it was my intention to decorate each room with cold cups of tea! I’ve tried reheating them in the microwave, it just isn’t the same. On particularly hectic days I’ll come across a cold cup of tea in the microwave, now that’s a double tea drinking fail!
Then it happens and he falls asleep, go, go, go! I have no clue if this will be a 10 minute nap or 2 hours. So with a mixture of excitement and anxiety I mentally run through the list of things I need to get done or would like to get done during these precious napping minutes.
Firstly I go through the necessities:
Wash his bottles
Put a load of washing in the machine
Hoover or tidy up or both
Get some meat out of the freezer and attempt to cook something healthy for tea
Sort out my floordrobe, I’ve got piles of pre pregnancy, maternity, post pregnancy clothes, none of them fit and I really need to move them out of the way!
But then I think about maybe what I should do:
Call my friend that’s just had a baby
Call my grandparents to check how they are
But surely I’ll get chance to do that later, maybe when he’s awake and sat quietly!
So instead I start thinking about all the things I don’t get to do and maybe this is my chance:
Make a cup of tea, sit down and read one of the 14+ Grazia magazines that have been delivered courtesy of a subscription, a great Christmas gift idea. I get a wave of anxiety every week when a new one arrives and I add it to the pile I haven’t had chance to read!
Paint my nails, I always used to have my nails painted! Why don’t I do that anymore?
Catch up on the Kardashians uninterrupted, my guilty pleasure!!
So I spend ten minutes walking around aimlessly, staring blankly at everything, trying to get my tired brain to figure out the best thing to do.
Then I practically start running!
Into the kitchen and put the kettle on, upstairs and grab a nail varnish, back down stairs, make my cup of tea and pick up a Grazia magazine out of the pile. In to the lounge, turn the telly on and start searching for the recorded episodes of the Kardashians …..
….. Darn it, he’s awake, that was a short nap! Humph! I’ll try again later, or tomorrow or maybe next week!
The super cute Lorne Atticus xxx