(Sorry, I despise the words breasts, baps and boobs)
Ever have one of those days when you feel like packing yourself off to one of those retreats in Thailand where nobody speaks for a week, all you drink is plant whizzed up in a blender and do yoga non stop for 28 hours? Today was one of those days.
It started off with a trip to the doctors to get a few issues sorted out. My body is being a nightmare and doesn't seem to want to play the game so I was hoping the doctor would be able to give me some pills for it. He did, after he spent twenty minutes eyeing up my chest. 'I need to listen to your chest. Now at the back. I need you to lift your dress up.' Course you do, mate. Get a good look at my arse did you? I traipsed out of there none the wiser, clutching a handful of prescriptions.
Lil was dispatched off to Mothers for a few hours so shit could get sorted. I went to pick up the drugs and get my unruly eyebrows threaded where I was met with an extremely friendly lady who told me I was wearing a nice dress, we look about the same size but I have a nicer chest and then continued to rip my eyebrows off (?). I necked a jug of coffee in the hope it would wake me up (because having my eyebrows ripped off didn't work) but nothing.
My husband broke my favourite vintage bag after making a MASSIVE mistake and lunging at my arse with his hand. Not a wise move. He now owes me a new handbag.
Not a lot of shit got sorted, I was too busy re-disinfecting the kitchen (an obsession) and throwing biscuits at the dog to do much else and then it was time for Lil to return.
The poor cow has a cold and is teething quite badly again and this afternoon she decided that she'd had enough so refused all food and drink and just screamed.
By this point I was ready to drop from exhaustion. Although I hadn't done a lot, my body was telling me to stop. So after the ironing was done, I listened. Now I'm in bed. Lil is asleep next to me in her cot. I'm tired.
Off to dream of that retreat in Thailand where nobody speaks for a week, all you drink is plant whizzed up in a blender and do yoga non stop for 28 hours.
Night.
What a difference six months makes...
And today...
P.S That isn't Lil's money, she stole it from someone.
The night before...er...sixmas.
Lil is six months old tomorrow. This is a massive deal to me. Everyday you hear of horror stories about children getting sick or worse, dying, (sorry for being morbid, it wont be for long...) so everyday I'm so grateful to have her in my life. I do what I was told when I was pregnant, cherish every second even when she is being a cow.
I was often told about cot death before I had her so I've been over cautious. She still sleeps in her cot next to me and I won't leave her alone in a room while she's sleeping for anymore than five minutes (I don't care if this is a bit much). I often wake up in the night to check she's still breathing. She is so precious and I cannot even begin to describe a Mother's love for her child. Although it can sometimes be seen as extreme.
The fact that she has reached six months just makes me want to burst. Half way through a year already, she has grown in to such a little character and I'm sure her personality will continue to flourish. She is eating solids now and sitting up (although she's still a bit wobbly) and chats away to herself all the time. Yawn... I know. I'm one of those gushing Mums aren't I? Well I don't care.
I'm so proud of myself for all that I have achieved in the last six months. There have been some very dark times, times when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse and then they did, moments when I thought my heart would explode... it's been such a roller coaster. But I have a wonderful little girl who I know will grow up to be a fine young woman.
I don't need anything more. I'd go without for the rest of my life now, material things don't mean shit. As long as I have a smile from her every day, I'm happy.
Happy six months baby xo
I was often told about cot death before I had her so I've been over cautious. She still sleeps in her cot next to me and I won't leave her alone in a room while she's sleeping for anymore than five minutes (I don't care if this is a bit much). I often wake up in the night to check she's still breathing. She is so precious and I cannot even begin to describe a Mother's love for her child. Although it can sometimes be seen as extreme.
The fact that she has reached six months just makes me want to burst. Half way through a year already, she has grown in to such a little character and I'm sure her personality will continue to flourish. She is eating solids now and sitting up (although she's still a bit wobbly) and chats away to herself all the time. Yawn... I know. I'm one of those gushing Mums aren't I? Well I don't care.
I'm so proud of myself for all that I have achieved in the last six months. There have been some very dark times, times when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse and then they did, moments when I thought my heart would explode... it's been such a roller coaster. But I have a wonderful little girl who I know will grow up to be a fine young woman.
I don't need anything more. I'd go without for the rest of my life now, material things don't mean shit. As long as I have a smile from her every day, I'm happy.
Happy six months baby xo
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