This week was horrible.
I don't mean the weather, even if the temperature has been registering at 38 deg C for most afternoons. And I don't mean the work, even if I have tonnes of readings and catching ups to do after 7 months of absence. No, not the food, even if I am missing a bowl of home cook soup badly. And I don't mean the lack of time for a proper scrub down shower, a mask, manicure, a massage, time to catch up on my favourite TV shows, movies, a proper meal in a proper restaurant, (and the list goes on).
Yes, it's the big S word. And sleep it is. I have been so sleep deprived this entire week that I have been walking around in a daze. For some strange reason, little man started his pranks on me again. I lost count of the number of excuses we try to fool ourselves into (teething, learning to crawl, learning to stand, sitting up by himself) only to find this cycle of good sleep - bad sleep having a permanent presence and is most likely going to last till he becomes a toddler (or worse when he becomes 2,3,4,5 or 6???). On the first day, Mini was getting up fresh to start his day at 5a.m. sharp. And then it was 3.50a.m. the following day. I count myself lucky to be one of the Mamas whose baby sleep through the night from 8p.m., but getting up at 3.50a.m. and not wanting to get back to sleep is like receiving a present only to realise it is an empty box.
Another 4.5months to the toddler mark and I hope that the tough gets going!
I don't mean the weather, even if the temperature has been registering at 38 deg C for most afternoons. And I don't mean the work, even if I have tonnes of readings and catching ups to do after 7 months of absence. No, not the food, even if I am missing a bowl of home cook soup badly. And I don't mean the lack of time for a proper scrub down shower, a mask, manicure, a massage, time to catch up on my favourite TV shows, movies, a proper meal in a proper restaurant, (and the list goes on).
Yes, it's the big S word. And sleep it is. I have been so sleep deprived this entire week that I have been walking around in a daze. For some strange reason, little man started his pranks on me again. I lost count of the number of excuses we try to fool ourselves into (teething, learning to crawl, learning to stand, sitting up by himself) only to find this cycle of good sleep - bad sleep having a permanent presence and is most likely going to last till he becomes a toddler (or worse when he becomes 2,3,4,5 or 6???). On the first day, Mini was getting up fresh to start his day at 5a.m. sharp. And then it was 3.50a.m. the following day. I count myself lucky to be one of the Mamas whose baby sleep through the night from 8p.m., but getting up at 3.50a.m. and not wanting to get back to sleep is like receiving a present only to realise it is an empty box.
Another 4.5months to the toddler mark and I hope that the tough gets going!
This is our boy. A bit heavier, a bit longer and with a lot of attitude!
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