Some days are amazing and others I cry for no reason.
Some days Sophie sleeps for 30 or 45 mins during her day sleeps, other days I get 1.5 hours for her first nap and 2 hours for her second sleep.
Some days I sit at home with NO motivation, floating about the house doing small jobs here and small jobs there, watching TV in between. Other days I run errands, do grocery shopping, put more than 1 load of washing on, entertain Soph, do the bath, massage and feed routine and cook dinner without one thought of ‘I’m exhausted’.
Some days I glance over at Rob and think ‘WOW, how did I get so lucky?!’ Other days … I seethe because he hasn’t called up and ordered the wood for the remaining wooden slats to be installed (he did this yesterday after about a year, if not longer), I complain because he hasn’t lifted his mug from the living room floor and I mutter under my breath as I walk past the laundry to find that his piles of underwear, PJ’s and gym clothes are still sitting there and have not been packed away after I asked him about a week ago (I refuse to move them, he doesn’t keep his drawers tidy therefore I do not enter them, there are only so many times that I will clean them out for him).
Some days I eat super healthy because I long to fit into all of my jeans that are sitting in my wardrobe begging me to be worn, other days I sit down to half a block of chocolate.
Some days I create amazing dinners for Rob and I using fresh ingredients and the yummiest of combinations and other days it gets to 7pm and I still haven’t thought about what we will be eating.
Some days Soph is a little angel whilst we are out and about and other days she refuses to be rocked to sleep in both my arms and the pram so I have to leave mothers group early, then she is asleep by the time I have walked to the car then proceeds to have a 2 hour and 15 nap later in the day.
Some days I wake up before Soph, other days I feel like I want to curl up in a corner and pretend the world doesn’t exist because she has woken through the night … 4 nights and counting.
Some days I like the person staring back in the mirror, other days I am pissed off with myself because the house is in shambles, I didn’t make it to the gym and I haven’t ticked anything off my to-do list.
Self-love … I find it difficult of late!