This DI(all)Y stuff is exhausting, I am very tired indeed. And I didn't, to be honest, do much differently than if G had been here. I think I'm tired because I've had a long week of activity with little rest to compensate. I've had alot of physical activity, 3 sessions at the gym and a day of skiing. I've had alot of broken sleep thanks to a certain little man, and I've been getting alot of chores done so I literally have not sat down and rested until the boys have been in bed all week.
This afternoon I was incredibly tired but had to spend it cooking up a loads of baby food recipes for Harry who is on hunger strike from all that I have previously prepared, and all store bought jars. I think he's going through a 'I want to do it myself' phase, which is not ideal for me because it means he a) gets mess everywhere and b) doesn't eat enough. I made some interesting food that he can manage himself today though and bunged it into the freezer, so hopefully it'll keep us going for a while.
We went out for dinner tonight to our friends house and it reminded me of the first month we were in Canada and G went away. I was here, having moved halfway around the world, feeling extremely unsettled and isolated from all that was familiar. With G gone, I was alone with a 2yr old Dylan, and no other adult company for 7 nights. I didn't even know my way around this area, I don't think we had much in the way of furniture, and I was extremely, thoroughly, and totally depressed. Awful. Awful. Awful.
We've been here coming up to 4 years now, and it's been a bit of a roller coaster at times but I have to say that this last year has been the best yet. There's no chance of being home alone without adult contact anymore, we have some really good friends and life is generally packed full of activity and social contact. It occured to me today that for quite some time now I've not had a 'routine' to speak of where my days all melt into one. There is always something going on, someone to see, something to do, and it makes time fly by so quickly that I'm genuinely amazed when I realise that H is 8 months old already.
Posted by katie at March 25, 2005 10:46 PM