415 days

Its been 415 days of heart bursting love.. from the moment Miss E arrived screaming her little lungs out announcing her arrival to the world. Screwed up angry little man face and all, it was instant love.

415 days of sleeping with my eyes open almost literally. Being ‘ON’ 24×7, just us two against the world, i won’t lie, it is exhausting at times. Not all the time, just sometimes.

415 days of giggles and cries, getting kisses one minute and hair pulled the next. Uncontrollable laughter always makes even the hardest moments great again.

415 days seems like a long time but its just an instant in the big scheme of things.

I will openly admit, I am low key jealous right now of all the mums that have support in their partners. I think having someone to be able to tag team with would be really fucking amazing sometimes.

I promised I’d be honest right.. Miss E is back to waking multiple times a night from the time she is put to bed to around midnight. Sleep times is the only time I actually get any down time which generally is clean up time, so to not get that for a week means housework suffers, my patience runs thin and I do alot of deep breathing. But all that said, of course I wouldn’t change it for the world. I just wish circumstances were different sometimes

I wish I had more support and family were alot closer so I could drop her off for a couple hours to get errands done or the things like mopping floors, sit in a salon and be pampered,

I wish I had a never ending full cup. But I don’t. I wish I had a house cleaner and a chef and a personal go getter.. but I don’t have any of those either. No masseuse, no hairdresser, no chauffeur. Nothing. Its just me and 24 hours in a day. If things get done, awesome, if not well visitors better be prepared to walk into a fucking hurricane site and be totally oblivious to any mess. If not then its nice under the tree, we will take your visit there.

Sure this is the life I signed up for but that doesn’t mean it can’t be as challenging as fuck sometimes right…yep, thank you.

So its been 415 days.. its been amazing and scary, some days easy, some not so much. Its been the best fucking 415 days of my life. (*disclaimer.. its now been 472 days because E woke and disturbed my writing and its taken me that long to get back to it.. the joys right… my next title)