One Of Those Days

Where you wish you could have stayed in bed and ignored.

Frustrating morning, frustrating afternoon, feelings of having achieved next to nothing. And then bed in a mood with Steve. Not good.


When I tell people that we still co-sleep with Ben (from whenever his first wakeup is, usually around 1am) and that he still has free access for nursing during the night, they often think that I must be surviving on very little sleep but actually it's not that bad, really. I get a fair amount of sleep. I'm not constantly having to get up to see what the matter is with Ben. He gets comfort and security from being in with us. I get my hot water bottle. He gets milk. I get snuggly cuddles. And we get to lie in in the morning usually, because it's just generally a pleasant place to be.

But this past couple of weeks Ben's had mild tonsillitis and has struggled with sleep due to coughing and sore throat and sometimes a bit of a temperature, you know the slight temps that just make you feel uncomfortable more than anything. And as a result my sleep has suffered. Now we're all weary and snappy and it takes a great deal more self-control to keep things civil.