Today Harriet let us put her to bed without protest. She even lay in bed awake for ages before falling asleep and yet didn't cry or shout for us. Hurrah! She's fixed!
Today I think I love Harriet a little less. She still wasn't sleeping and I was half dead. On the plus side I had yoga at lunch break today and started on a shiny new project at work.
Today Harriet woke us all up again so we were all tired. We had a BBQ at work. After I picked up Owen from school, I had a cup of espresso and fell into a deep coma on the sofa.
Today Harriet continued to protest at bedtime. This time she took off all her clothes including nappies and we found her bed wet with pee in the morning. After school I took the kids to soft play and we ate loads and loads of pizza. It was super good!
Today Harriet continued to not sleep. I was too tired to take Harriet out, so we stayed home.
Today we stayed home mostly. In the afternoon I took the children to the shop and Harriet walked with her baby and toy buggy all the way. Owen was a tremendous help and been very thoughtful and kind with Harriet all day. It made me cry a bit, talking to Peter about what a good boy Owen was, when the children had gone to bed.
Today we took the children to the Cotswold Wildlife Park and had a wonderful time. Harriet loved the animals. We ran into Owen's best friend, Maddie while there, and he was elated.
Today I took 2 hrs off to attend Owen's school's summer dancing event the weather was suddenly sunny again, and in fact, too hot.
Today I took Owen to get a hair cut at the local barber. Then we went to the library where they played with Maddie.
Today Peter stayed home with Harriet while I went to work. She screamed and cried when I left the house.
Today Harriet again didn't want to go to bed without crying and again woke up at 4am and not let us sleep the rest of the night. At one point she even got up (she was in my bed out of desperation) and went to Owen's room to wake him up. So we were all exhausted come time to go to work / school. My cold got worse (due to lack of sleep too) and I had to work from home. Then nursery called about Harriet being weepy, and I had to collect her early. Little Miss Trouble. On a different note, we finished watching Killing Eve season 2. Loved it!
Today I was still feeling poorly, but managed to drag myself to take Harriet to the toddler group for a short while and then went and collected some meds for Harriet. In the afternoon I told Owen off for being extra grumpy and mean to Harriet after eating too much cake from school. After sulking for awhile, he came back to me with a 'plan' to 'go to mummy and be happy' and 'go to Harriet and be happy'. How sweet!
Today we went to Witney to get supplies. It was Father’s Day so Peter got a snooze.
Today I was poorly all day with a stinking cold. We didn’t go out or get out of our pjs!
Today I worked from home, and was coming down with a terrible cold so Peter picked up the kids instead.
Today a colleague was dissing her NCT friend for being an incapable mum and not being more sociable. She was diagnosed with postnatal depression, and yet everyone still criticised her for the very symptoms of depression. I was angry with myself for not pointing this out more strongly and was sleepless over it!
Today I finally got to leave the house to go to work only to find there was no internet access and we all had to go home.
Today Owen had to be quarantined at home, so I worked from home. Did I say I loved the kids? They woke us up at 2, 4, and 6am between the two of them.
Today poor Owen vomited in his bed and had to miss his school trip to the circus. He and Harriet watched telly all day until they were intolerable. Poor Peter, not a very good birthday.
Today Harriet finally went to sleep without crying. In the morning, I saw her acting out the last few nights' scenes with her dolls. Then just now after her bath, she told me thoughtfully, "yesterday I took off all my clothes and I crying. I not want to sleep in my cot. Today I not cry. Today I sleep in my cot. Today I goody girl." And indeed, she didn't cry when we put her to sleep though you could see she was struggling to hold it back. Love my children.