Before I was pregnant my time was my own. I got up when I wanted, went out when I wanted, went to the toilet when I wanted. I think you see a general pattern emerging here!
My time is not my own ANYMORE.
Let me use this morning as an example:
I need to get up for work; Little Miss M (or for this and future purposes LMM) wants to sleep in (go figure a baby that wants to sleep in).
I have an hour and a half to get the two of us feed and dressed, bottles done, bag packed for the day, dog feed and leave the house so that it doesnt resemble a bomb site. LMM wants to scoot around in her wheely chair like a bad ass, while I chase her round trying to feed her like a little old hunchback. Twenty minutes later half of breakfast is down her throat, some on the floor, the chair, her face, on me (I think you get the picture).
I am now already behind on my hour and a half timeframe and it’s only breakfast.
Next comes trying to change LMM. I want to get her nappy changed and clothes on so I can get ready (when I say ready I really just mean brush away the morning breath and leave the house minus the P.J’s). LMM wants to test out her new ability to stand up at the change table and root around at all the goodies on the 2nd shelf.
I am now really running behind on getting out on time.
Then the clincher she poops, a big smelly one. Remember though, I’m on her time…Thanks kid!
I finally get out the house 2 hours later.
I go to work and the day is my own for a good 7 hours, I now refer to this period as MY time.
When we get home it doesn’t really matter that dinner takes forever, bath time goes from 10min to 20 min or that it takes me half an hour to get her dried and changed, I really am fine with not getting to eat my own dinner in peace because LMM decides its time to practice climbing up my legs I even don’t mind that it can take a while to get her down because she has bionic hearing.
I dont mind that my time is now her time, because really its now our time and quite frankly could you ask for anything better?
Love you LMM xxx