My fingers have forgotten the feel of these clicking letters and punctuation marks beneath my fingers after seven weeks of My New Life. Layla Rose arrived two and a half weeks ahead of schedule - though blessedly so, for many reasons I won't bore you with right now - but which will probably pop up some time in the future... Right now, my daughter lies in her navy blue Graco pram, being pushed to and fro by my leg/foot made tireless by my need to have her fall asleep! Mind you, it's not so I can have time to myself - it's ... I'm lying. It IS to have some time to myself!! I need to change from these clothes that smell like her curdled reflux after she projectile burped all over me in a hot, frantic splurge earlier this morning... I wish I could sit down with a cup of hot, sweet tea in the armchair where the sun is now that soft gold of late afternoon and merely contemplate my navel...
That's all I have time for - I have a grunting, moaning, squeaking bundle of joy who is soon going to let forth a great howl of hunger (or unashamed irritation at her poo nappy!)
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Oh Lisa, I can see the whole picture before me.....being a mom is exhausting and at times I have wished I could say STOP....not forever, but just for 15 mins so I could lie in my bath and read my book with bubbles and no guilt because I knew that I should be doing something "mommyish"....but I promise you your time will return, so hang in there, it is early days and we are all pulling for you....please feel free to give me a shout anytime if you need a ear to vent into, I know your family are all far away and us uprooted blog buddies have to stick together :-)
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