Life works in mysterious ways, when you are early twenties you can stay up all night if you need to. I remember dancing the night away at various London nightclubs, Carwash, Home, the Camden Palace and so on. We would then come home at about 4 am and I would get up for work, if it was a Thursday night for the 7. 15 am train. I don’t ever remember being that tired or bothered about my lack of sleep.
Roughly fifteen years later, and I am permanently tired to the extreme that sometimes I can’t even see or think properly, and you’re lucky if you get a well constructed sentence out of me. Just ask hubby or the builder, both noticed that I had managed to park the car literally 3mm from the wall of our house. I hadn’t even noticed.
So what is a typical night at the moment?
6.45 Bedtime for all with a story, a bottle of milk for Fifi and pink milk for toddler boy who won’t really drink it but enjoys saying the word ‘Lola’.
7.15 Finally sleep for the kids and chores for us
11.25 Bottle for Fifi
12.00 Stirring from the boy- nothing too dramatic
1.30 Bottle for Fifi
2.00 Toddler nightmare
3.30 Bottle for Fifi
4.00 Fifi coo-ing and talking practice
5.00 Toddler Stirring and talking practice (no! Fifi, Annabel, choc!, No!, No!, Yuck, YUCK, Mamma, Dadda, Dadda)
6.00 Toddler awake, mummy collapsed in bed, hubby escapes to work
In conclusion to all of this:
- I am getting old.
- I need an 18- 23 year old, with childcare qualifications, a big stereo system and a shed conversion to a pub/ bar. This would leave me free to have sleep, if I can, through the added noise.
- Its quite hard work having two under 3 (just).