[m i a o w] the cat

They were a soppy band, weren’t they? Anyway, I am half drowning while managing to wave at the world - albeit not very often. I started back at work last week - went in and collected files accompanied by Small Z. I had been told, prior to her arrival, “Don’t worry - we’ll arrange it however you want when you come back. You are coming back, aren’t you?”

I took this to mean I would be going back to my usual three days a week, but from home for the first month while I introduce Small Z to the bottle (*sob* it is something I am loath to do, but stupid life demands it) so she can hang out with M or her nanna for the day. “Sorry,” they said, “Can’t give you three days from home. You can do two.” So I arranged to do two days a week from home for a month and then add in one day at the office in May.

The idea of doing work on top of fulltime baby wrangling was one that I’d been avoiding thinking too much about. Oh. My. God. Small Z sleeps like a champ at night - feeds in her sleep and is good from about nine at night to about seven or eight in the morning - but in the day? She might sleep three or maybe four times, but rarely more than 40 minutes. And this is where I squish my work time into. Because even though she doesn’t wake up to feed - I do! Which means I am catatonic by 9pm…

So all in all, this week was an interesting experiment in what I could achieve. It was very hard, and I had to ask M to wrangle Small Z on his own for the first half of Saturday and the first half of Sunday - but I got my files done [jumps up and down with tired enthusiasm]. Am hoping it might get easier. But it meant that I had no time for anything - barely any emailing, no surfing the net, no crafty sewing of things… Gah. Time and sleep are my new drugs - and I have little of either.