I took a bit of a hiatus.
Things got hectic.
My head got foggy.
E got naughty.
E got better.
In-laws visited (no comment..for now).
But I’m back. And full of more words nobody wants to hear than ever!
We battled with sleep deprivation, post natal depression, career indecision, exercise, exhaustion, university, gym inferiority complex, feeling like a stranger in my own home, sweltering Aussie summer, boating, beaching, a miraculous couple of weeks of self settling…
All I’ve got is commas because I’m still so damn tired.
You’d think, given how hard things were in the early days, that the moment tthings started to improve that I’d take it easy.
Believe me, I thought so too.
I even thought that was actually occurring. Here I was, before writing this, thinking “Go back to writing, you’ve got time and you deserve it.”
E doesn’t cry all the time! In hindsight she was an atrocious baby. But so damned cute.
But every inch she’s given I’ve taken a mile. Started a gym membership, enrolled in university, built on my garden, worked HARD on my relationship and somehow I’m happy.
We have good and bad days with the baby but it seems like we’re out of the haze and seeing things clearly. We can’t decide when anything is happening but we’re going to get a house as soon as we’ve saved a deposit, a new car as soon as mine dies, a new baby NEVER (not really but I’m so over how clucky I was now there’s no longer any round ladies around me), and I’ve curbed my shopping habit.
That last ones not entirely true.
I’ll return when I’ve got brain power for more than commas. I do love an Oxford comma, though.