12.05am - I wake up for the first time, to the sounds of whales...ok not whales...but what sounds like whales, Ted exercising his vocal chords as usual. One thing I haven't mentioned is the fact that Ted refuses to go back to sleep without a bottle. He sleeps through the night most nights but when he does wake he really can't settle himself, something we are yet to build up the courage to work on.
I wake up, force myself out of bed, stumble across the room tripping over clothes that I haven't got round to tidying up, Joe's hoody that was hanging on the door falls on the floor (I trip again) and out I go onto the landing to the hazy light coming from the bathroom. I fumble around taking several attempts to screw the lid onto Ted's milk bottle and walk into his room to find him beaming at me, his mermaid like legs flailing around in his Gro-bag!
Bottle in mouth, level of Candy Crush attempted while he has his bottle, a couple of burps (Ted not me) and back into bed for both of us.
5.26am - The whales again...after struggling with a cold for a week and feeling like I had swallowed a small hedgehog, I prod Joe..."can you do this one?" after a few grunts and some minor cursing he goes and feeds Ted. We then lay awake for an hour while Ted refuses to go back to sleep and Joe finally gets up with him and gets ready for work. We really need to crack this self soothing!
7.15am -I was up! Ready to start my day which consisted of Ted's first Marmite toast, 2 spiders, a split binbag, a visit from the Jehovah's witnesses, lots of vocal exercises from Ted, catching up on emails, drinking cold tea, a rather expensive food shop and going all Chuck Norris on an ants nest in my porch!
So there you have it...that's my life...its not glamourous or adventurous but its mine!