I know that your midwife, all the baby books, the Healthcare Visitor and her cat all advise you to sleep while the baby is asleep but, to be completely honest, I pack as much as I can into those few blissful hours/minutes. Instead of grabbing a couple hours rest, I run around the house like a Tasmanian devil; organising, sterilising, folding, cooking, blogging or reading. Here are a few thoughts that pop into my head once Penelope has finally nodded off…
She’s so still and quiet this is amazing! *tip toes out of bedroom*
Where did I leave my book?
Where did I leave my headphones?
Where’s the laptop charger?
Do I have enough time for a bath?
Why have I wasted a whole 20 minutes playing Plants vs. Zombies?
I am so unprofessional *responds to 2-week old emails, finally schedules tweets and reads comments*
Why is she so still and quiet? Is she still breathing? *tip toes into bedroom*
Why does she have so many clothes? *folds the 20th tiny pink onesie*
I should really do that exercise DVD that has been sitting beside the telly for the last month and a half.
Do we have any chocolate in the house?
I should really start writing that blog post.
Have I fed the dog/cat/myself today?
I should really remove my chipped nail polish.
Where did I leave my cup of coffee?
Where’s the nail polish remover?
Why is the entire house always covered in dog hair and dust?
I should really make a list for our next Aldi shop.
Why is my coffee always cold?
I should really start writing that blog post.
Why is she so still and quiet? I wonder is she’s too hot? *tip toes into bedroom*
What was that blog post idea I had this morning?
Why does the sound of the hoover not wake her up but the sound of the laptop turning on does?
Where did I leave my cup of coffee?
Why is she so still and quiet? I wonder if she’s too cold? *tip toes into bedroom*
When was the last time I actually washed my hair?
Where’s my dry shampoo?
One more mug of coffee won’t hurt.
How can such a tiny person make so much mess?
Why is she so still and quiet? Is her blanket covering her face? *tiptoes into bedroom*
Right it’s about time I hoovered/dusted/disinfected/sterilised that object/surface/room.
I should probably start to limit my caffeine intake *boils kettle*
Why does every other mum have a spotless house?
Right, time to finally catch up with RuPaul’s Drag Race/GBBO/Geeking Out/whatever Twitter’s talking about.
Oh crap, I think I heard her move…
Uh oh.
