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The sad little lunatic begins…

Originally a phrase from The Vicar of Dibley, I often feel this a particularly appropriate term for myself these days. As a relatively new Mummy, baby brain has well and truly taken over and given the thoughts most often occupying my brain, lunacy is never far away. I knew having a baby would be a life changing experience, but one wonders if the definition of insanity has something to do with being able to remember and describe my four month old daughter’s last bowel movement with incredible accuracy, yet being unable to remember the last time I washed my hair, or just about anything else non baby related to be honest…. Even as I type now she is precariously balanced on my left arm, and I am trying not only to stop her falling but also to convince her that this word document is just as interesting as the brightly coloured computer game she was watching earlier. Sounds like great parenting, that does. Well, sometimes in the 15 or so straight hours of baby awake time I need a little release – that, and it’s hard to think of quality baby entertainment for such a long stretch. Mind you, today I was lucky. We have just awoken from a two hour sleep. I say we, because on the rare occasion that the baby actually decides to sleep during the day, it is on the condition that I sleep right beside her. We both needed it, although fuzzy-brained as I am I often think I need it more. See, if I have her in bed before 11pm, it’s truly a miracle. It’s not that I don’t try either, but there’s something about her Mummy’s arms that makes her cot thoroughly detestable. I completely empathise – why would you want to go to bed when you can be warmly cuddled less than an inch from the food supply you utterly adore? As a result, however, 99% of the time I am conscious, she is too, and this therefore results in her sometimes looking at the computer screen along with me. Read more