Henry’s 8 months old and it dawned on me recently that Sam hasn’t spent a great deal of one-on-one time with him. They have a fair amount of alone time while I’m doing things like having a shower or catching up on sleep, but this time is spent inside the home (and one-on-one time is not the same when I’m only a couple of rooms away).
If I asked you to name your weaknesses as a parent, you’d have no trouble, would you? You could probably rattle off five in under a minute. You might say you’re not patient enough. You might say that time management and organisational skills are your downfalls. Perhaps you’re not strict enough with managing screen time, or you spend too much time on your own devices. Maybe you worry too much about what other people think.
This latest teething stint is finally behind us (yippee!) but Henry and I have both been unwell. Alas, the sleep deprivation has continued.
Sleep deprivation does crazy things to a person (that’s why it’s used as a form of torture!) Last week, we went to the doctor and they asked for Henry’s last name – I forgot what it was. No joke. When we got home, I got out of the car but forgot to turn it off and get Henry out. I’d poured a glass of water before I realised he was still in the garage. Humorous aspects aside, when you’re sleep deprived, that’s when things fall apart - both physically and emotionally.
We spent the long weekend just gone at Culburra Beach with my family. We’re fortunate to have been holidaying there for many years; it’s a slice of paradise.
We spend our days lazing on the lawn in the sun. We play board games and lawn games. We fish. We go to the beach. We cook. We read. We walk. We talk. We laugh. Bliss!
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