Saturday, March 22, 2008

Sleep Deficit

Think I put a dent in the sleep backlog.  I woke up yesterday for breakfast, late lunch and tea.  Felt good.  Slept a little past the usual time last night and woke this morning ready and raring to go to the crop at MWL.  First, gotta send Big One to school for her CIP, then a brunch date with hubby before he takes over Little One for the rest of the afternoon.  Think I'll repack my crop stuff ... again ...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Turn Turn Turn

Little One has been practising hard rolling over.  She's getting better and faster with her multiple rolls, whenever she's on our bed or on the mattress on the floor.  Gotta keep an eagle eye on her cos she's quick.  Her cot seems too small for her and she keeps hitting the rails.  Just looking at her in the cot reminds me how much she has grown.
This morning she got fixated with the tissue box at the other end of the cot.  She rotated and rolled and managed to get herself at the other end of the cot.  She is one determined baby!

Monday, March 3, 2008

Upset. Guilty. Embarrassed.

I know my week used to be Work. Off. Work. Repeat. But the last 3 weeks have been upsetting. Upsetting the weekly schedule and upsetting me.

It all boils down to a dire lack of sleep and frustration at my inability to accomplish all, or even part, of what I want to do, need to do, have to do.
I have not had a stretch of sleep longer than 3 hours. I have to postpone any kind of commitment, such as cutting my hair, topping up toiletries, updating this blog, for as much as 3 weeks. The house is a mess and it doesn't help that the part-time helper has left after 2 sessions of superficial cleaning.

Plus I feel guilty. That I can carve out time to attend scrapbooking classes and surf the net. Well actually, I have already paid up for the classes and would hate to forego them. And I'm online when feeding Little One, so it's a kind of multitasking. Nevertheless, guilty. That any time I am not looking after Little One, I am beholden to someone else to do so.

I have to admit that I alone cannot possibly handle everything. Let go of the need to do it all myself. And let go of embarrassment or guilt when asking for help.