Well, I'm in the fog. The almost-six-months-down fog. The post-euphoric-new-born stage and pre-solids-or-routine stage that inevitably hits you. I vaguely remember knowing this crash would come, and yet it's arrival is still a surprise. It makes me bitter and angry in the wee hours when at 3am you're mid-way through gruelling 20-minute cycles of feed, … Continue reading Two Things I Know To Be True
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I Am A Veritable Sloth
I love how a New Year brings so much hope. I'm all tucked up in bed when hubby messages me an interesting article. No, he's not away from home or up late watching TV or returning from a night out. He's tucked up also - downstairs. We've gone all Blondie and Dagwood in pursuit of … Continue reading I Am A Veritable Sloth