|Elliott at 4 weeks old. I can’t believe he’s nearly 2!|
It’s actually Wednesday as I write this, 2:15pm to be precise and I’m relaxed, WAY more relaxed than earlier today. Today, I’m thankful for the 2-3 hours I get to myself while Elliott is sleeping. Do not call my phone, do not knock on my door, do not drive your noisy car down my street!
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This is the time when I can regain my sanity, recoup, catch up on my blog, empty the dishwasher and repack the dishwasher, clear away the piles of dishes from last nights dinner, fold washing and feel somewhat normal again. Looking at mess in my house just makes me feel like utter crap. Elliott’s day sleep time also gives me time to get over the numerous tantrums that he threw this morning, and regaining my energy after dealing with the ‘I’m not being interested in anything’ saga, which happens almost every day, he’s a tough one to entertain at home. It also gives me time to clean up the play dough, toys, magazines etc that Elliott threw all over the floor during his tantrum throwing episodes.
It’s amazing though, how revived I feel and ready to tackle the next storm on the horizon! It makes me realise how important it is for me just to take a break and have some time to myself (even if it is cleaning) because it gives me a clear head and the ability to carry on. My only concern, what on earth will I do when he grows out of his day sleep? I’m hoping by then he would have grown out of his tantrum stage. I wonder if I’m hoping for too much?