About Me

To paraphrase a blogger who is far more glamorous than me, like London needs another working mum blogging about her life. But hey, sometimes when you have a laptop on your knees in between serving oven chips and leftovers and starting bedtime you wonder how you became that woman, why you did and how you feel about it. Sometimes I even probe further - who is THAT woman, and did I ever aspire to be her? Do I like her? Could I learn to? Which is why I've started this blog...

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Good Moaning. A Missive From The Land of No Sleep

I spent last night in a room of sleepless pain, built from walls of screams and wails, from which I emerged with that crazy eyed, sparkly faced, mind numbingly brittle voiced martyrdom of the truly sleep deprived. Bite me and I taste of win, my face shouts to the world. Ask me my name? I've no fucking idea.

The newborn refused to settle and cried like a crazed beast, stopping only to sleep for 10 minute intervals, burp like a swearing drunken navvy, or breastfeed like a frenzied piglet. All night. I mean, all fracking night.

My memory shudders at the sound of snorting and fussing and biting and gulping still echoing in my addled brain. Not for my newborns the idyllic mother child bonding experience of breastfeeding, softly suckling like a Mothercare ad, oh no. Like his brother before him he's a full on fussy squirming biting down sucking machine.

Now, of course, reassured that somehow, somewhere in the world at large I am definitely awake, he snores softly in his car seat. I've been told to take it as a compliment - he's waiting for sundown to get me to himself. He doesn't seem to be that into me as he shouts into my stupid fat face as I fumble through the motions of teaching him to settle, mind. But I guess he can rest assured. No lions will get you, little one, I am awake and ready to fight them. And I always will be, actually, however hacked off I get with walking round like a deranged zombie.

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