It has been testing to say the least, lack of sleep, lack of patience and complete loss of sense of humour.
It started on Monday Evening, Elsie is a very noisy sleeper. She cries out in her sleep, kicks crazily and makes little piglet noises. At least every half an hour, which means I wake about every half an hour, that's if I even ever fell asleep.
Tuesday -
I tidy the whole house.
Write a couple of reports.
Attempt to go to town with my mum to pick up hubs watch.
Sounds delightful, and to my husband it's a fun day out. But on little sleep and with a baby, this little outing is like a full army mission, with feeding times and nappy changes it can sometimes take over and hour to get out the house.
Then I realise I'm not even dressed.
Come home.
Lola (Puggle Puppy) has emptied her bowels all over the clean kitchen floor. She has obviously eaten a stone, peg, tree (I don't care to investigate anymore I'm sure it will turn up in her sick or poop at some point)
Que clean the whole house again, because the smell has got every where as far as I'm concerned.
Tuesday Evening.
Do a body pump class (with what energy I wasn't sure)
Hubby offers to sort the bottles ready for bed... how nice. I settle into a sleep.
3am
Elsie wakes up. There are vital parts of bottle making equipment missing. (OBVIOUSLY)
Go downstairs.
Lola has had another FOUR accidents on the kitchen floor.
Give her cuddle she must be poorly.
Clean the kitchen again.
Run back to screaming baby.
Aaaand Feed.
Aaaannddd half sleep till 5.
Wednesday
Clean Kitchen Again
Take Lola to the vets. *KACHING*
Take Elsie for her first injections :(
Go home
Husband returns home as I am doing my work - moans about how tired he is. I mustn't know how he feels.
Get ratty with him.
Feel guilty so be nice.
Go to bed.
Thursday
No sleep again.
Only one accident from Lola this time.
Clean the house.
Stub my toe whilst hoovering.
Write this to release some anger as the baby sleeps.