10 weeks ago (and 4 weeks earlier than expected) the priorities in my life changed. They now surround a little 5kg person and doing everything I can to make him happy and healthy.
I know its nothing new to ask why a person so little can take up so much time, but really how is it that they do!? I mean they don't eat anything other than milk, they arent mobile, they dont play with things and make a mess, and they cant even really get up to any mischief! But why is it that I no longer have time to -
- eat properly, including actually eating
- clean up after myself once I have actually eaten something
- wash some clothes so that I have something other than tops with dried milk on them and also so the basket isnt overflowing so much that I have actually lost one of the dogs underneath it somewhere
- washing and drying my hair so it doesnt look like i have rubbed butter through the top of it
- shave my legs so they dont look like a small forest is growing on them
- have a shower so im not repulsed by my own smell
- go to the toilet
- do some form of exercise
- play with my poor neglected dogs and find them under the pile of dirty clothes
- clean dust caked surfaces
- and many many other things....
Instead I spend hours and hours making silly noises, crazy faces that I wouldnt make in public in the fear that people might look at me funny, dance up and down on the spot and sing, explain everything I am doing including the finite procedure of nappy changing, patting, cuddling, shushing, and staring at my little William in order to get one thing...
One little thing that makes all those other things that used to be important to me seem insignificant in comparison!
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