I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been busy. Well, not just normal busy as I’ve grown used to after bringing new, adorable life into the world, but manic busy.
I got married. It was fantastic. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I married the man of my dreams, with my closest friends and family present, in the most beautiful of places, with the most delicious food, and most fantastic music.
Photography by Gareth Slade www.garethslade.co.uk
When I get the time, I will blog properly about it. Three months later I’m still as busy as ever. Sometimes I think I should give myself a break. Then I get excitable and go and plan a million and one things to do, mostly very stressful and all at the same time. It’s just the way I live my life.
I also am finally going back to university! I’m thrilled about it, but juggling a full-time course (and commuting!) with work and family life is going to be tough. I’m under no illusions. It’s an investment though (at that price, it can’t be seen as anything else or no sane person would do it)! I hope that it makes a difference for our family’s future.
We’ve done it. We’ve built up enough courage to move Henry’s cotbed into his own room. To be fair, it looks pretty nice in there, and I wouldn’t mind it if I was put in there to sleep. But we shall see how it goes.
I’m hoping that, as he has been waking during the night for comfort not for food (although the two are more intertwined than you would believe), he may just start to sleep through.
He won’t have his daddy’s snoring to wake him up either. Recommended length of time in mummy and daddy’s bedroom is six months. He’s about five months and three weeks so it’s near enough for us. I am going to work tomorrow for the first time in over six months too. I am looking forward to it, but I don’t want to leave Henry. I’ve said it before, but I really think someone should invent a cloning machine for a person in my position. I love working, and I love my current job. I also love spending time with my son. I’m not crazy about housework but I love having the spare time to do what needs to be done. It really is a balancing act. If you’ve figured it out then I’d love to hear from you.
But as I start to check on him less and less in his new room (I’ve had to resist the urge to go and put my hand infront of his little face to feel his breath) I think we will all get a better night’s sleep. But again, we have to wait and see if it has the desired effect. I’m hoping we don’t wake him up as much as his room is right at the end of the corridor, instead of next to the living room where we stay up after he’s gone to sleep. He should get a good night this way.
Until he starts teething anyway.