...for not updating this blog for the last couple of weeks. We are seeing a Sleep Specialist and I am focussing my every waking effort on getting through the day and hitting the sack as soon after Babe as I can.
I am also in a very dark and fed up mood, wondering where my life is going, how many years of my career (if you can call it that) are going to be interrupted by motherhood, how I can be more positive and put myself forward at work when the possibilities are few and far between, how will I ever be able to change jobs when I'm stuck in the trap of working part-time in an office down the road from nursery and where I live for quite a good salary, and when will I be able to afford to get my hair done. Etc.
In fact, now that I have just read that through I am feeling even more fed up. I fancy packing up the contents of our house and moving to live on the other side of the world. But as we generally rely on my salary that would hardly be a holiday for me. I need a new life, new aspirations, a change in focus, a new body, a new Cunning Plan.
I think it is time to start buying lottery tickets. And in the meantime perhaps I can flog Other Half's tap shoes on ebay to pay for my highlights.
I will endeavour to share the delights of sticker charts and power struggles with you all, dear readers, by this weekend. xxxxxxxxxxxx
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