Argh, I’ve spent this morning so far trying to work out childcare. I was convinced I wouldn’t go back to work, but now I’m not sure. But apparently I have totally missed the boat, all the best places round here are full (I’m looking for September) and so I’m sifting through options that so far I’m really not too happy with. Feeling like a mummy failure this morning... also really resentful that this is inevitably my issue to solve not DH’s. He will say “we’ll do whatever you want” and think that’s being supportive (it is in a way, just not the way I want!).
Sorry, this is my safe whinge space...
We’re doing a little better on sleep. DS2 (8 months) is a bit of a pain in the evenings, but we’ve taken the side off the big cot bed, attached it to our bed, and he’s sleeping reasonably in there once I go to bed.
I killed two birds with one stone this morning, emptied all the random packets from the larder cupboard (half a pack of bulgar wheat that was best before July 2018 etc.), emptied them in to a tuff tray and got the diggers out. Kitchen floor is covered, but both kids loving it!