Remember when long weekends involved three days of sleeping till noon and consuming 3 bottles of wine and 14 packets of Cheezels in one afternoon? Yeah, me neither. These days, public holidays mean an extra pair of hands for an extra day. Always good round 5pm thank you very much. I honestly had no idea it was a long weekend until Thursday night when someone mentioned it on Facey. Not working (As in, not working out of the home. Let’s not go there shall we?) means I often have no idea what the date is. 2013 is speeding by and our little baby is fast becoming a toddler.
Spouse and I lay in bed last night discussing our life now versus pre Smush. We’ve been doing it a lot lately. I think as we approach her first birthday we’re both reflecting on the changes she’s brought to our lives. I cannot believe it’s almost a year since she was born. Time is crazy. She is such a little person now and I adore her huge personality and funny little ways. And for me? I am more and more able to see myself again. Beating the sleep demons has helped immensely but even before that, the passing of time and her growing more independent and gaining new skills has helped me get a handle on life again. The shock of childbirth and those early days are slowly dissipating and mostly it’s a bit of a blur now. Though I doubt I’ll ever recover from 14 people all crowded round the errrr, end of the bed area.
I can see past the baby brain and into the future. That feels good. Making plans for the 3 of us is nice, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Making plans for me is good too. There is no harm, only benefit, in looking after myself also.
Life will never be the same but that’s absolutely fine by us. In fact, we wouldn’t have it any other way and honestly, I wouldn’t trade her in for all the sleep ins in the world!
All together now…awwwwwww.