I am DYING today. This weekend was SO busy and we had a complete disaster last night!
Luca was in the bath and somehow got hold of my razor. Nipped the tip his one pointy finger and the thumb on the other hand. That’s what happens when you take your eye off them for ONE SECOND! Seeing his blood TOTALLY FREAKED ME OUT but I somehow stayed calm and no one got worked up.
He was fine – I put cotton wool and plasters on his little fingers and put socks over his hands so that he wouldn’t pull off the bandages in his sleep. He went down at 6:30 and was instantly out for the count.
At MIDNIGHT someone rang our freaking LOUD door bell and that was where it all went pear-shaped.
Luca woke up half an hour after the bell rang, then at 1am, 2am, 3am, 5am and then finally at 7. He would fall asleep in my arms when I went into his room but would wake up 20-30 minutes later, after I’d put him in bed and leaned over the cot rail to pat his bum for 10 back-aching minutes. Eventually at around 5:45 I climbed onto the LazyBoy with him and he slept in my arms until 7, while I spent over an hour trying not to let my head slip off the leather couch.
I feel like I got hit by a bus. My arms are aching. I have bruises all over my legs. My back hurts. I want to cry.
Just to top it all off, it’s MONDAY and I am dealing with PETTY, ANNOYING SHIT for my boss, who is in the South of FUCKING France. St Tropez, to be exact. And I am here, aching sinuses full of snot (sorry but it’s true), with toothpicks holding my eyelids up and practically mainlining VERY strong, syrupy coffee .
I want to RUN AWAY.
Note to self: NEVER say out loud that your child is a great sleeper. It will come back to bite you on the ass.