I think my husband is getting used to his own company now; perhaps he likes the ultimate control of the remote control?? I’m talking about the complete & utter exhaustion that growing a little baby can bring, phew! Less so now than in the first trimester, but still every couple of days, complete wipe-out!
It usually starts with me going upstairs with the girls to put them to bed. Our usual routine is to lie on the bed and read books, then what is SUPPOSED to happen is they potter off to their own beds, I sing a couple of songs, and then head off downstairs to my awaiting hubby to catch up on the next episode of “The Wire” (if you haven’t seen it, I strongly advise you to get the box set, it’s brilliant…but I digress!)
Now what is happening is that I find myself waking up to my husband lifting the girls out of our beds and back into their own. This uncontrollable, 10 tonne tiredness just gets the better of me, and I end up asleep before the books are over and the two girls snuggle in happily for the night, careful not wake me knowing they will be put into their own beds. You just wait until I get my energy back; I’ll show…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz