This time last week my baby girl was 6.5 hours old.
I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone already. I haven’t even given you a photo yet. So there you go. She looks like a big chubba in that photo hehe
Having Lola has made me realise I was born to be a mum. I can’t imagine being anything else. Even when I’m frustrated, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I don’t find myself wanting 5 minutes to myself. I enjoy having my little people around.
I’m amazed I have been given such a precious gift that is all mine.
These little people rely on me for everything. I am their world. It is such an amazing feeling.
Pat has gone out tonight and asked if I was ok for a couple of hours. I think he feels guilty about going out with friends and leaving me at home. But I really don’t mind.
I don’t miss any of it.
I don’t miss smoking. I don’t miss drinking. I don’t miss talking about pointless crap with people who couldn’t care less.
How could I want to do those things when I have these tiny people, who are tiny for such a short time?
Not that I think badly of Pat for going out at all. He does so much for me and the kids that he deserves a break. He’s so hard on himself and takes on so much responsibilty it’s crazy. He does almost all the cleaning. All the washing and folding and putting away. He is really wonderful.
This post doesn’t really have a purpose. Except to show you how wonderful my life is. How I feel blessed at being able to wake up to my complete little family and that I enjoy every minute – even when I’m stressed, there’s no where I’d rather be.