AboutFrom little things, big things grow...
Insights from the doctor who coaches athletes on sleep. Pair with the science of what actually happens while you sleep and how it affects your every waking hour.
More on sleep here.(via we-are-star-stuff)
I cannot echo enough how important sleep is. Especially after a night where I went to bed a little late (self imposed) and then was awake for two hours from 1:30am (only partially toddler imposed).
Early night planned for me tonight.
Today work finished on a sour note, because unfortunately it was not professionally appropriate to scream down the phone, “BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO!!!!!!”
Now that F is fast approaching 2 (almost 20 months - time is flying past), we face the regular barrage of nosy inappropriate line of questioning regarding a sibling for him. A lot of our friends have done the 3-under-4 thing, two of my mother’s group friends are already expecting with most others openly planning.
So. It wasn’t that it was hard for us to get pregnant. It’s just that we wonder if a slightly bigger family is right for us (plus the statistical chance of it suddenly being bigger than planned with increasing likelihood of twins). There’s so many pros and cons; some more meaningful than others. But it’s hardly something you go into during casual conversation, the lighthearted banter that comes not long after the generic, “So, how’s things?”
So many mixed emotions and big feelings about this - if he is our only, then so many milestones are passing by, so many moments that are fleeting and hard to hold on to.
Should wear glasses when reading recipes - nearly missed the knead & add dried fruit step when making hot cross buns. (Kind of a critical step).
It seems I have a local doppelgänger.
1) Café worker (at café I’d never before visited), “Have I offered you a coffee card yet?” When I advise it’s my first visit, she answers, “Oh, I thought you came here all the time!”
2) Daycare carer this morning told me she saw me at Kmart the other night, and that despite her waving, I didn’t see her… I haven’t been to Kmart (or any other shops) after 4pm in months.
Will I recognise this other me if I see her in the street?