Urgh, have I been hit by a bus? Oh no I've just had no sleep.
I actually tapped into google, "How many hours sleep is essential, will I be okay on 45 minutes " turns out I couldn't find an answer, so i'm guessing that sums that one up.
Yesterday was a total struggle, and it really wasn't made easier by having to wait in the doctors for nearly an hour and a half. Rupert has been terribly (what I thought was congested) turns out that actually he has reflux and acid sick is getting trapped, charminggggg. So with a prescription for baby gaviscon I headed out the door of the doctors feeling like I had actually achieved something. Actually I felt like I achieved a lot because we were both dressed, and I finally had an answer for my irritable baby, but my supermum mood was soon crushed as I went to open the pharmacy door, and it was shut, Yay! We'll have to wait until tomorrow, so another night of hell was looming upon us.
Faith asked me what felt like 4 million times for a chocolate bar that I didn't have, she asked me so sweetly if I would draw a panda family, so I did (she is obsessed with pandas).
Then she looked at it in disgust and said "thats not a panda family that looks like a crab". - if you ever need someone to give you a totally honest opinion then I really advise asking a 3 year old, they will give you a totally straight answer.
The massive crap stain is still spread across my carpet after the third attempt of scrubbing, so I'm guessing we'll just tell people its meant to be like that now, the battery is running out in the swinging chair so now the music sounds like a screaming cat - so I need to get to the bank as soon as possible to take out a mortgage to replace the batteries because without the swinging chair I may loose my mind. I love the bleddy thing, I wonder if he can stay in it until hes 3?
Anyway, Must dash a 3 year old is demanding me to remove a fly the size of a grain of sand from the window. I wonder what today will bring...
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I actually tapped into google, "How many hours sleep is essential, will I be okay on 45 minutes " turns out I couldn't find an answer, so i'm guessing that sums that one up.
Yesterday was a total struggle, and it really wasn't made easier by having to wait in the doctors for nearly an hour and a half. Rupert has been terribly (what I thought was congested) turns out that actually he has reflux and acid sick is getting trapped, charminggggg. So with a prescription for baby gaviscon I headed out the door of the doctors feeling like I had actually achieved something. Actually I felt like I achieved a lot because we were both dressed, and I finally had an answer for my irritable baby, but my supermum mood was soon crushed as I went to open the pharmacy door, and it was shut, Yay! We'll have to wait until tomorrow, so another night of hell was looming upon us.
Faith asked me what felt like 4 million times for a chocolate bar that I didn't have, she asked me so sweetly if I would draw a panda family, so I did (she is obsessed with pandas).
Then she looked at it in disgust and said "thats not a panda family that looks like a crab". - if you ever need someone to give you a totally honest opinion then I really advise asking a 3 year old, they will give you a totally straight answer.
Anyway, Must dash a 3 year old is demanding me to remove a fly the size of a grain of sand from the window. I wonder what today will bring...
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