So my new year is not starting off so well... X has colic and I haven't slept in days. My whole body aches, my joints are creaking, and my head buzzes with that hungover feel of no sleep. Poor little duck cries hysterically unless he is nursing or sleeping on me. Last night was particularly bad. Just when X finally went to sleep, Cate started to cry in her room. At one point I was in bed with both children, who were asleep, and Fen was on the sofa snoring while I laid there exhausted but unable to sleep because my mind was racing with all the things I need to do but have no time or energy to complete.
Our pediatrician said that colic will last about another month. Terrific - just in time for us to move. I have a feeling I'm going to be half dead by the time we reach London. I'm scrambling to get childminders and/or daycare/preschool in order before we even land but it's rather difficult when you don't know where you're going to live permanently.
I"m determined to stick to my mantra for 2010 which is: Joy. I'm sure it's out there but right now it's hard to see what with all the fog in my sleep-deprived brain. And to think I'm starting back at my job part time on Monday! What a mistake. Ah well, no rest for the weary.
Fen asked what I wanted for my birthday (which is later this month). I said a night nurse and a hotel room. He laughed. I wasn't joking!