A virtual handhold would be nice.
I have an 18 month old who is currently teething and has a cold. She’s barely eating so up constantly through the night demanding (breast) milk. As a new born we used to get at least four hours between feeds. I feel like I’m lucky to get 1.5 hours these days.
I am the master of my own misery here. Please don’t flame me as I know I’d have a better time if I just slept trained her/got her off my breast/left her with DH for the evening/put her into nursery where she’d have to cope without me.
I feel like life is similar to that game at primary school. One team starts with a couple of bean bags in a ring across the hall and has to race to put more individual bean bags into the ring but the other team has to take the individual bean bags out. At the end of the time limit if the team has the same or less bean bags than what they started with they loose.
DD was ‘helping’ me with preparing dinner. After she decided to sprinkle sugar from the caddy I put her down and she runs into the other room. After two minutes of silence I check on her. Whilst allowing me to peel half the potatoes she’s redistributed my three piles of neatly folded clothes across the room. I’ve just sobbed like a little baby.
While writing this she’s had breast milk so won’t eat dinner anyways. Oh, and pulled out all her books and DVD from the cupboard.