My week started rather smugly with me feeling totally delighted with myself that I had managed to fit back into my pre pregnancy skinny jeans, the elated feeling only lasted an hour when I realised the post pregnancy bulges were starting to hang over the sides of my jeans and they were pretty much cutting off my circulation!
My concealer has become my new best friend, hiding the circles under my eyes that seem to be getting darker each day, but luckily this week I've not managed to lose my keys or leave them in my car!
We've had lots of early morning wake ups these last few weeks from Pop Princess who has always slept through the night till seven in the morning but recently she has been waking anytime between 5 30 and 6 30, which when your used to a more civilized 7am start it is some what of a shock to the system. Someone suggested buying one of those bunny clocks which tells the child when its time to get up, genius idea I thought so off I went to purchase one. The first two mornings we thought we had cracked it as 7am sharp we could hear squeals of excitement with Pop Princess shouting "mummy, mummy the bunny's awake!". However the novelty has now worn off and it doesn't make a scrap of difference.
This morning she was up at 5 45am, she happily trotted into our room, "Mummy the bunny's asleep but I'm awake!" Not impressed I marched her straight back to bed. By the third time of putting her back I had thrown in the towel as by then it was 6 45am and she was bouncing off the walls and clearly no amount of persuasion or bribery was going to keep her in her bed.
Talking of bed, mine is calling. I've just dream fed Rock Baby so I think I roughly have 5 hours if I'm lucky to sleep before the next feed. All the late nights with work, going to gigs and work functions in London till the early hours of the morning has been excellent preparation and training for having two young children.