Fresh cuppa tea made, a large one now I have a few moments to actually drink it in peace. Curled up on the sofa, blanket on to snuggle up, easy-to-watch telly in the background and drifting in and out of thought. The baby monitor next to me starts to stir and that’s it. Little man is awake and not happy about it. Some wake up are ‘happy’ and full of baby chatter and play, some are ‘moany’ wake ups with nothing but squirming wiggles and on/off fake cries.
On tired days like these it seems almost impossible to peel myself off the sofa to get my baby and cuddle up. It takes every bit of mental capacity and the dregs of energy that are left to put one foot on the floor and drag myself up. Of course there are days where I don’t even get to sit down during nap time and I’ve enough energy to vacuum, hang the washing out, do the ironing… but on tired days those precious moments of ‘me time’, doing absolutely nothing are like gold-dust.
Once he’s up and in my arms that magical, illusive motherly strength of energy reignites and amidst the squirms and moans, we get a drink, have a snack, play with toys, cuddle, sing anything to get out of the grumpiness of ‘not-ready-to-wake-up-itus’ and this mini-burst of energy give me the patience I need to be mum again.
These are part of the tired days mum’s have. Sometimes from a bad night’s sleep, sometimes from over doing it, sometimes just because life can be overwhelming and busy and it all builds up to this. We all have them and we all get through them. Here I’ve called them ‘tired days’ but could easily call them ‘I’ve put the tea in my cereal and the remote in the fridge days’. Let’s not pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. 🙂 xBx
Being Mum, Being Me 