Danny certainly isn't sleeping through the night. Mike has generally been doing night feeds though I feel guilty about it, but last night Mike was feeling ill so I had to try and cope with those as well. It did make me appreciate what Mike does, though Mike at least doesn't have to deal with sighing and groaning noises and a bathroom that's unavailable for 20 minutes at a time just when I realise that Danny desperately needs changing and things are soaking through his clothes and/or I could do with using the place myself.
Thankfully my mum came for a planned visit this morning, she's in London for another conference (she's a mostly but not totally retired academic who seems to have taken up every opportunity to come down with someone else paying the train fare since little one was born, to see grandchild, me and my little sister who lives a couple of miles from here, and her own two sisters who also live in north London). I was nervous of what she'd make of today's disarray but I think she realised I needed help not scolding and was very sympathetic, and let me eat my breakfast.
Now I'm having a second coffee and reading a little of my novel (reading deprivation is as much of a problem as sleep deprivation for me) while Mike, off sick from work but much better than he was overnight, feeds and cuddles the little one. I have a bath run and waiting for me.
Then I'll take Danny out for a bit while dp gets a bit more rest, and hopefully Danny will sleep in the pram while I get one of the many things I need to done. Am debating between tracking down someone to take passport photos of a baby, buying a new kettle as current one is not very safe to use, shopping for baby clothes as rather too many of Danny's are "newborn" instead of 0-3 and I'm getting all sad at the prospect of putting away my favourites, the ones Mike chose from Mothercare.
So much for quick post from me, must get off mumsnet and go and wash my hair.