I know, my thoughts exactly. No bag.
Just Me and Her: Ain't happening again.
Daddy is back. But he may as well not be for the all the difference it made to Lil's mood today.
She was in a grump when she woke up and then at 10am, just after he walked through the door, she created. After all sorts of trying to calm her down, we took her out for a drive and she finally went to sleep for an hour but not after a nervous breakdown.
I never got round to the manicure and facial I promised myself. I did, however, get round to eating half a large bag of peanut butter m&m's (glad I didn't get bikinis for holiday) so tomorrow I will need the facial even more.
They tell you it's hard but I really wasn't prepared for today. Bloody teething.
She was in a grump when she woke up and then at 10am, just after he walked through the door, she created. After all sorts of trying to calm her down, we took her out for a drive and she finally went to sleep for an hour but not after a nervous breakdown.
I never got round to the manicure and facial I promised myself. I did, however, get round to eating half a large bag of peanut butter m&m's (glad I didn't get bikinis for holiday) so tomorrow I will need the facial even more.
They tell you it's hard but I really wasn't prepared for today. Bloody teething.
Just Me And Her: Day Four.
Broken doesn't even begin to cover it.
The husbands absence has made me realise just how heavily I depend on him. I'm exhausted. My skin is horrific, I can't concentrate, my eyes are dry and I have a sore throat. Waving the white flag, Lilian wins.
From now on if he has to go away for more than two nights, we're going with him.
I simply don't have the energy to write anything more...
The husbands absence has made me realise just how heavily I depend on him. I'm exhausted. My skin is horrific, I can't concentrate, my eyes are dry and I have a sore throat. Waving the white flag, Lilian wins.
From now on if he has to go away for more than two nights, we're going with him.
I simply don't have the energy to write anything more...
That girl is mine.
As daddy is away for a few days playing boss man in Chicago, Lil and I have had some special bonding time (read: her throwing tantrums, screaming, scratching, pinching, pulling hair, giving evils. Me: crying, yawning, eating crap and drinking wine).
It's been great (stressful). I've managed extremely well on my own (not coped at all). We've had fun (not enjoyed it).
We have tomorrow left and then he's back (HALLELUJAH).
But in all seriousness, it's taught me a lot. I'm more patient to start with. I couldn't just palm her off on him and go for a bath, I've embraced her tantrums (not had much choice) watched her for the longest time and realised that she's the most wonderful little nightmare ever (i've always known she's wonderful just never realised HOW MUCH of a nightmare).
I've had really bad baby blues for the last few months but now it's gone I am overwhelmed with just how madly I'm in love with her (I was always in love with her but the enormity of it has smacked me in the face). There is so much of me that I see in her! Tantrums, strops, pouting. I see more and more of it every day. She really is mine, isn't she?! It's finally sunk in that this isn't a dream (sometimes a nightmare), she is MY little monster.
It's been great (stressful). I've managed extremely well on my own (not coped at all). We've had fun (not enjoyed it).
We have tomorrow left and then he's back (HALLELUJAH).
But in all seriousness, it's taught me a lot. I'm more patient to start with. I couldn't just palm her off on him and go for a bath, I've embraced her tantrums (not had much choice) watched her for the longest time and realised that she's the most wonderful little nightmare ever (i've always known she's wonderful just never realised HOW MUCH of a nightmare).
I've had really bad baby blues for the last few months but now it's gone I am overwhelmed with just how madly I'm in love with her (I was always in love with her but the enormity of it has smacked me in the face). There is so much of me that I see in her! Tantrums, strops, pouting. I see more and more of it every day. She really is mine, isn't she?! It's finally sunk in that this isn't a dream (sometimes a nightmare), she is MY little monster.
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