The newborn stage wins hands down as my least favourite stage…so far. I hated being in charge of this helpless little person and having no fucking idea what he wanted half the time (or so it felt at the time). A sleep deprived me is also not pretty..cue emotional crying mess.
Last night I realised the positive power of social media and once again the short falls of my local after hours crisis centre. I am both amazed and appalled that women who I have never met IRL helped more than trained ‘professionals’.
I like to think that not much freaks me out…but cockroaches are definitely one of the things that do. I scream like a big girl when I see one.
Me? I’m a fan of teaching self settling.
This morning I really hate the public transport system and the fact that it made have a mini meltdown. I organised my morning around it and it all went to shit. I had an appointment with my psychiatrist at 12. I worked out to catch the bus at 11:15 that I would be there with a decent amount of time before my appointment. Oh how I was wrong…so, so wrong. I don’t know if they just stopped that service or what but it just never turned up, 12 came and went. I had to catch a taxi.