A Sip

26 Apr 17

10.30pm

I’ve always been compelled to jot down the day’s events, like a compulsive nerd. Maybe I fancy myself as a bit of a Bridget Jones, albeit a less glamorous version! These days I talk about life pre-kids and post-kids, and divide people up. Is it a post-kid thing to separate people (and friends) into those who have them and those who are yet to be blessed?

Pre-kids, people who constantly talked about them tended to bore me. Their choice of time management was questionable and I scorned at their apparent lack of social activities sans kids. Did they have social problems or an anxiety disorder, since they clearly had nothing better to do than obsess about their sprogs 24/7? Why were they making it seem so laborious? They were giving parenting such a bad reputation!

Post-kids, a truck hit me with the reply. I never knew this level of exhaustion could exist! I know everyone says it, but life really is different. I have bigger feet. Grey hair. Also the emotional stability of a see-saw aka hormonal hailstorms, and relentless sleep debt that never gets paid back. I just don’t remember the last time I had a lie in!

Hence the source of my brain fog. I’ve forgotten what he was like at 5 months old, or 11 months, even last week at 14 months... and that’s just my youngest. His 3 year old brother, I have no hope. I look at old photos and phone videos, it makes me weep that I can barely recall his baby days. That treasured time passed in such a hurry. So I’m documenting it.

Looking on, it may be a rant of sleepless nights, poo explosions, travelling nightmares, schooling woes, what they eat, what they won’t eat... Join me on my journey; I hope you’ll share your stories and thoughts with me along the way.

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