Have been taking DS swimming every other week since 6 weeks - it's a much loved activity in our household. But then, I'm half fish anyway so I expected nothing less. I'm training for an open water event in May - the only real thing that would scupper taking part is the logistics of getting to it and doing it if it's a day DH is working.
Am so pissed off with this stupid regression thing. i'm not even pissed off with DS because i just feel sorry for him. His sleep is all over the place - there's no rhyme, reason, regularity, routine or anything else beginning with R to it at all now. I've given up thinking "he should be sleeping" now because it just stresses me out when he doesn't. So i just do whatever - if he doesn't sleep, he doesn't sleep. We were sleeping through sorta from 11pm to about 6am. Now it's thrashing about, waking four or five times in the night, with burns on his back from vigourous shuffling about. Sometimes he sleeps three hours on my lap in the evening, sometimes it's 30 minutes. Daytime naps are the same - some last 2 hours, some last ten minutes. It all feels incredibly random, flukey, with no element of quality control :)
I'm trying desperately to get my brain back. Books I'm trying to read a chapter of each day: The Rise and Fall of the Third Chimpanzee, Playful Parenting, Why Don't Zebras Get Ulcers, Baby Led Weaning. But then I saw Cheryl Cole's bio in the charity shop and I actually almost picked it up. I could literally hear her droning tones speaking the writing, rather than you know, actually writing something you could call prose
I shocked myself.
I'm scared of quitting work, I don't know if I have to pay back the enhanced ML pay I got or if I resign in April, that will count as my 3 months notice up to July when I said I'd come back. My bonus would have paid it but I got taxed to fuck - 45 fucking %! - which scuppered that plan. I keep trying to read professional articles because right now, small businesses are doing a lot better at their marketing than I can offer, I'm so behind on trends and shit. I keep walking up and down our high street, with all the local businesses that could be clients but I'm too scared to go in and speak to them - I look a mess, I have a baby in tow, I can't form proper sentences.
Sorry, this is all me, and very first world, but I feel like I'm in a little bath whirlpool of water, spinning quickly down the drain :) I'm not used to feeling like this - so desperate to do things and so incapable.