“I’m sitting here eating a bowl of premium choc-chip icecream, which I don’t especially want, but it temporarily distracts me from the distresing fact that I’ve just heard Riley cry himself to sleep for the sixth night in a row. He is slowly – very slowly – getting better, but his night time going to sleep is atrocious and sometimes I want to push a fast forward button, even just six month, because then, surely, he’ll be better at sleeping. Sickness or no sickness.
It just drags me down and when it’s a reasonably early hour – oh, it’s 7.52pm – and I could bounce back up again and do some work, some cleaning or, shock of shocks, hop on the treadmill; instead I cuddle my icecream.
But it is a devilishly nice icecream. I might have another scoop.
See, there I go again!”
I wrote that last night and decided not to post it because boy do I sound hot – not. And, really, I had nothing to complain about because it’s 5.49am here now and I’ve been up for an hour with a baby who’s HAD ENOUGH SLEEP!
I am going to find all the good things about this….well, fill you in on what’s been happening so far.
5.00am – Turned on TV to discover evangelical church-y business. No thanks. NBC’s Today show is on however. Goody.
5.20am – I eat breakfast and turn the empty plate and spoon over to Riley, hence buying myself this time to write this and….
Read my blog stuff for the day, amongst which:
I see Melissa’s had her TV interview (which, you’d never guess, they’ve just advertised is coming up next on the Today show I’m watching now!! That is so spooky)
I read with a tear in my eye that I was not nominated for a 2007 bloggie. I will now lower my voice to a gravely baritone and mutter, “Next year, gadget!”
And that pretty much brings us back up to now. It’s after 6.00am and the TV show I sometimes catch because Keira’s woken up has come on and I see it’s as inane at the beginning as it is at the end. The sky has begun to lighten up outside.
I need a drink. And a nap.
