The days are long…


… but the years are short.

I completely and wholeheartedly agree with this statement, especially when I have to be on my own with Lucien from 0630 to 2000 when he finally goes to bed for the night. The days are so long, and filled with non-stop things to do!

The first couple of hours of the day usually include dragging myself out of bed at the unearthly hour of 0700 (he wakes at 0630 but I let him talk to himself in his cot for 30 minutes before getting him up because c’mon, which normal person is out of bed at 0630 if you don’t need to go anywhere?), then it’s preparing and feeding Lucien breakfast, changing his pad and him of out his pyjamas, then getting my own breakfast. I would have had a cuppa by now usually because I HAVE TO WAKE UP!

Then it’s preparing lunch, doing the laundry (if any), then drying and folding all the clothes, make the beds, do the dishes, clean up any mess etc, all while keeping an eye on Lucien. Just the other day I was crouched under my kitchen sink trying to fix my leaky plumbing, the whole place was a mess, Lucien was hungry and grumbling and I was like, “I’m a little tied up here, can’t you see!!!”

Throughout the day it’s always non-stop “Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!” Mummy always has to participate in every activity he wants to do. Sticking stickers in the book, running around in the park, climbing up and down the slide, playing with the cars. And sometimes I get so exhausted I tell Lucien, “Come on, can you play on your own for 5 minutes as Mummy is super tired!”

Somehow (god knows how) I managed to survive two years of this. Where did the two years go? Wasn’t he only a red lump not so long ago? But now suddenly, we are now able to have some sort of a conversation!

“Lucien, do you want lunch?”

“Yes please, okay! Hungry!”

“Lucien, do you want to go to the park?”

“Yes please, okay! Pushchair!”

“Lucien, do you want a poo?”

“Yes please, okay!” (then hides behind the sofa to do the deed)

Whenever May and June comes around and the weather gets hot and sunny like it is now, it always reminds me of the summer of 2010, when Lucien was born. I always think about that first night home from hospital when I didn’t have any breast milk to give him, how he used to get full on just 30ml to 60ml of milk when he was a newborn, how he used to sleep wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in a basket at the foot of our bed.

And now, there’s just no stopping him.

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One Comment on “The days are long…”

  1. tsl Says:

    this is an amazing age. 🙂


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