The good, I've joined the gym this week. I bit the bullet this week and joined the gym. I can't do as much right now, but I've been swimming at at the very least I'm getting out of the house and off my bum! And of course I have colour coded my 'Organised Mum' calendar with the evenings and mornings that I'm able to get to the gym and have a real plan in place. Dont know what excited me more, the fact I'm off my bum and moving, or the colour co-ordinated calendar (those of you know know me well enough will know I'm a bit of a closet Monica with my OCDness).
The bad, Aaliyah has four teeth coming in which has meant 3 hellish nights of very little sleep. Dan and I took shifts on the sofa with her last night, something usually reserved for the newborn days, and bizarely she slept really well on the sofa, us not so much so. I've long been convinced that she likes to know someone else is in the room and sleeps better for it, despite my foghorn like snoring. Which I still have no proof that I actually do, innocent until proven guilty right!
The ugly, frankly my mood. Despite the positive of the gym I think the exhaustion is winning at the moment. Everything is bit to loud, a bit to messy, a bit too emotional, a bit too confrontational, a bit too much of everything I guess. Feeling a bit delicate in myself. It's really been a few days of contrasts for me, lots of ups and downs so just riding the waves at the moment. Rather be in Hawaii, but hey ho.
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