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Awww. We’ve all been there.

The Little Monster & I nipped into Co-op earlier on our way back from the post office – to grab some milk, an apple for the Little Dude & certainly not a packet of Rich Tea Cream Fingers for me. Oh no.
(Foxes, need a biscuit connoisseur to do you a super blog review? I’m all over it.)

Anyway, we were stood behind a man, about the same age as my Mr, who I’d guess, on a good day, would be quite attractive. Today wasn’t a good day though. His clothes were crumpled, his stubble was way past the point of being designer, he had major bedhead going on, and his blood-shot eyes were like two holes in a bewildered looking head.

Then I saw what he was paying for & it all became clear.

A pack of teeny tiny newborn nappies.

Awww.
I wanted to give him a big cuddle & tell him it gets better, but the Little Dude & his new found grab-things-from-comfort-of-stroller skills were working on toppling a precariously high tower of Digestives, so I decided against it.
Hopefully he’ll get a few hours sleep at some point in the next few weeks ūüôā

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Where’s the pause button please?

It’s been TWO weeks since I blogged. Where on earth has that gone?¬† It’s not that I’ve got nothing to say, not at all, almost daily I think ‘ooh, I could do a post about…’, and I’ve actually even taken to geekishly scribbling ideas down sometimes¬†(s’what proper writers do, apparently), it’s just that I simply haven’t had time to sit at the laptop long enough or with enough brain power to actually formulate thoughts and sentences.¬† Even my beloved twitter has been neglected – that my friends, is the sign of a busy mummy!

And I shouldn’t complain, because aside from a few really gruesome teething days, it’s generally good stuff keeping me busy ( like my shiney new Xplory!! {whole ‘nother post in the making}, Christmassy planning, lots of coffee dates,¬†a couple of¬†nights out¬†with the daddy, meeting up with Bec & Kelly & their boys for festive fun, putting up the Christmas tree today… allsorts of goodies), but the last couple of weeks really have left me feeling like I need a time out. A day or two to myself to just chill out & catch up with the seven million and three things that need my attention. And before you all shout Duh! You’re a mum now, never gonna happen! I do know it’s not – but wouldn’t it be nice if life did come with a pause button?

Everything could just stop. Just for a while. Long enough to drink a hot cup of tea without having to change a nappy, or dispense teething aids, or run interference between increasingly mobile baby & dog bowl. Just enough time to actually cross a few things off the perpetual to-do list and remember that smug feeling of accomplishment.¬† Wouldn’t that be brilliant?

But of course, in real life, we just have to keep going.¬† And going. And I know this all sounds a bit whiney, and it really wasn’t supposed to, but I guess it’s the sleep deprived tiredness taking it’s toll, and the niggly stupid cold/cough deelie that’s been bugging me for far too long now. I just feel all a bit run down and overwhelmed. I’ve lost my neurotic mojo. I’m disorganised & nowhere near on top of things. And I don’t like it.

Still, tomorrow is a whole new week. We’re officially counting down to Christmas. I can get back on top of my game, and damn it, I will!¬† Because I am a mummy, and that is what mummys do.¬†

Bring it on.

Enough of the Gloom!!

So, this week has been, how to put it eloquently – lacking in joy – devoid of merit – snap & crackle without the pop… oh you know, what I’m saying¬†– a bit shit.

But tomorrow, sees the start of a brand new week Рa fresh start, bursting with potential. See that positive mental attitude at work? Glowing like the readybrek man Рgrrrrreat! like Tony the Tiger.  Apparently sleep deprivation sends me into a spiral of breakfast cereal slogan-ing.  Who knew.

The point I was trying to make, is that tomorrow is a new day, a new week, and it’s going to be good.

And in that spirit, and as my little boy is now SEVEN months old (meep!), I’m going to start as I mean to go on, by sharing with you 7 of my favourite things about my little 7 month old man…

1. The big gummy grin he gives me when I pick him up in the morning or after a nap.

2. The funny little noises & cute little half smiles he makes when he’s sleeping.¬† Wonder if I’ll ever get bored of watching him sleep? Doubt it.

3. His throaty little chuckle when me or his daddy make silly faces or blow raspberries on his tummy.

4. His already excellent music taste, which I fully take credit for.¬† He lights up at the sound of The Monkeys (as in Arctic, not Hey Hey¬†we’re the), ELO, Maximo Park, allsorts of good stuff – I love & look forward to our daily rock-out sessions.

5. Watching him ‘play’ with the dog. By which I mean, grabbing her & hanging on for dear life (he hasn’t quite got ‘petting’ yet), and his little giggles when she snuggles up & tickles his nose.¬† I reckon they’re going to be best chums as he gets older.

6. The way he holds on so tight when I cuddle him when he’s upset. I hate seeing him cry, but love that burying his face into me & clinging his arms round¬†my neck makes him feel better.¬† Magic mummy cuddles ūüôā

7. Watching him learn something new everyday. He truly amazes me. I love to watch him playing – methodically bashing and squishing and gumming and thinking.¬† I’d love to know exactly what’s going on in that gorgeous little head.¬† I’m sure he’s planning something.

Here’s to a fabulous week for mummys (and their little monsters)¬†everywhere xx


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