My day doesn't really ever start or end for two reasons.
- I am a mother.
- I am pregnant.
00:00 - 03:00 I try and get some rest. Pregnancy insomnia often means I don't sleep, but I try to turn off my phone, laptop and TV and get some rest in the dark.
03:00 - 03:40 Like clockwork, every morning, Little L goes crazy at 3am. I'm pretty sure she is having her own little rave in my womb, as she rocks, and wiggles, and head butts and kicks me. This goes on for a minimum of 40 minutes.
03:40 - 5:00 Back to trying to get some rest.
5:00 I need a wee
5:05-08:00 Back to trying to get some rest. Usually between around 6am and 8am I will get a little sleep... right before I'm woken up by my daughter.
08:00 R comes running into John and I's room, these days often shouting, "I need a wee!" before rushing off to the bathroom. No lie in for me! Then it's my turn. R wakes me up, Little L presses on my bladder, and I need a wee.
08:15-09:30 I try and convince R that mummy needs to rest. So I stick Mickey Mouse on the TV in our room, she watches and I shut my eyes and wish I could sleep.
09:30-12:00 Breakfast, shower (or bath -depending on how brave I am feeling), tonnes of loo trips (R's and mine), check Facebook, Instagram and Twitter to see what I haven't missed. Usually this time also includes some kind of morning mess making, for example, R likes to discard toys across the floor in the front room until she find what she wants to play with.
12:00-15:00 Lunch, more mess, a stressed out phone call to my husband, a missed call from some strange number (probably someone trying to talk to me about an accident I didn't have or PPI on a loan that doesn't exist), check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and my email - because the world obviously changed a lot in the last three hours. Little L decides that because I had dinner, it's time to kick all my organs and make me sick. Then I need to wee again.
15:00-18:30 Mess, stress, tears, lots of trips to the toilet, R's afternoon poop (and the singing and shouting about it that happens every time). R refuses to have a nap, so she's super tired and the afternoon always feels the longest. I get frustrated. I try to sort her tea but she doesn't want what I made. I need another wee. Is it time for daddy to come home yet?
18:30-19:00 Pick daddy up from work. R's angelic - all sweetness and light. Pfft! As if she's like that for me. Little L hears daddy's voice and starts to dance around and make me feel a little sea-sick with her excited movements. 'Daddy's little girl's. Both of them.
19:00-21:00 Watch TV. Check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and my email. Have some dinner and because daddy is home, R suddenly decides she wants to eat everything in sight. She wants to see her daddy, so doesn't want to go to bed. I try convincing her mummy needs help packing her bag for nursery, or tell her that the bath is only available to use right now. That usually works. R hugs her daddy, kisses him goodnight, does 'noses' (her name for eskimo kisses) and then demands my phone to use as a torch to light the way upstairs. Never mind the fact we do actually have lights in our house. Sometimes she will go to sleep nicely on her own. Sometimes I will have to keep putting her back to bed. Sometimes I have to sit next to her and hold her hand until she falls asleep. I lose track of time.
22:00-00:00 Watch TV with my hubby. He often falls asleep on the sofa as he does long hours at work. I try and wake him up to go to bed. There is no waking him up once he's asleep. I try again anyway. He says he's coming. Then he's snoring again. I put a blanket over him, turn the TV and lights off and head off to bed. Then I check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and my email. Again. Still can't sleep. Need another wee. Make myself turn everything off. Try to rest. How is it tomorrow already? Then it starts all over again.
Somewhere in there I manage to crochet (working through my last few orders for my business) and write a blog post or two (and network where needed... for example linking up these #Blogtober16 posts).
Occasionally I might meet a friend for coffee, go shopping for food, take my girl to Costa (just to get out the house), make a trip to the post office and do other mundane jobs like hovering, dusting, washing up, cleaning, feeding the cats, changing (and making) the beds...
It's not all sunshine and rainbows; but I love my life. As stressful as it can sometimes be, I am so glad to be me, and live the life I live.