I feel like that should be the title of a horror movie: Two Kids Teething At Once (accompanied by a screaming face of despair). Forgive me the dramatics, but I am nearing on 3 weeks of terrible sleep and last night was possibly the worst yet… Although they’re all blurring into one at the moment.
I ran out of patience this morning before 8.30am. That has to be some kind of record, doesn’t it? I’m suffering from a case of what I call the Primary Caregiver Blues.
It’s Tuesday afternoon and I find myself with the first chunk of alone time I’ve had in 12 days – no exaggeration. Mark returned from a 12 day trip to China at lunchtime today, and I am relishing having another parent in the house. How do single parents do it?
When Mark and I walked the Camino, I asked some of our friends to give us their favourite poems so I could learn them as I walked… This one was my absolute favourite, and gave me such a feeling of calm and presence as I walked (closely followed by Oh! The Places You’ll Go! by Dr Seuss, which is slightly less calming…)
It feels particularly apt at the moment, when the world outside can seem extraordinarily busy and hard.
This has been one of the most difficult weeks of my life. And I don’t say that lightly – there have only been four times in my life when I’ve thought, “I don’t think I can take much more.” This was one of them.
And I feel like if I write it down I can put a full stop behind it and it will all be over. Please God. So here’s what happened…
