Open fires and schleeeepy

The danger with writing my blip at this time of night is that there's a temptation to wang on about how tired I am. This week has been particularly exhausting though - mentally and emotionally after the weekend's events.

I've pretty much been looking after Audrey single-handily as well as all the house stuff (and my business) as my husband is at the hospital most evenings, understandably.

It makes me appreciate how much my husband does though. The days and nights seem that much longer when you are responding to every call of your little one. Last night she was back to waking every hour or so after 1am so I have ghost-walked through today as a result.

I doth my cap to single mums everywhere. I don't know how they do it and am full of admiration for them. My husband will be working in London for much of December and I will get another taste of single life with a baby again then. I'm tempted to decamp to my parents for a few nights to get some help but I'm not sure Audrey will travel well (the only times we've tried to get her to sleep elsewhere have all been disastrous). But, faced with that or a month alone, I'll be investigating travel cots and giving it a go I reckon.

Today's blip pic was taken at the Met pub in Didsbury where I had a lunchtime meeting with a colleague. The culmination of a sleepless night, the pie & chips I'd devoured and the open fire made me want to curl up into a little ball on the rug in front of it. But I think that's frowned upon in business meetings, more's the pity!