I have not posted my miserable old cow shinglesgate update, but here goes (there is light at the end of the tunnel, bear with me):
Yesterday was by far the worst day, both due to lack of sleep, painful rash and isolation due to staying away from all mothers and babies activities due to possible chicken pox contagion.
So, when one is tired and unwell, one is also grumpy, the baby detects said grumpiness and is more needy, which makes you even more grumpy... Then one gets feelings of inadequacy and guilt for being a grumpy mum and it is all a silly vicious circle.
To top it all, D had his 2nd lot of jabs and was extra clingy and crotchety and hard work - and woke up 3 times between midnight and 7.
So today I made sure I got my sorry arse out of the house (the fact that it was sunny as opposed to soggy and grey really helped). Ate at a nice deli, bought a far too expensive smelly body oil from neil's yard and came back home. Exhausted.
But Diego has just had a proper belly laugh, so nothing feels as bad any more. Plus I have my tickets to go to Spain for a week and fully intend to come back a new, healthy and well slept woman. Watch this space!