Man flu

Sep. 8th, 2024 07:09 am
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I went downstairs to make coffee at 6.30am and the light in the kitchen was thick and yellow, filtered through orange-grey rainclouds and hanging heavily in the air as if I was encapsulated in amber, and saturating everything like a badly-applied photo filter. When I took my phone out to take a picture the camera auto-corrected the colour temperature and sucked all the gold tones out, leaving the room looking thin and blue-grey. I am taking a picture with these words instead.

I have a cold, which is why I was asleep before 10pm last night. I slept good, and feel a little improved this morning. Friday was the nadir: I leaned on Leo to take on childcare (which meant they had to take most of the day off work) so I could spend as much of it as possible resting in bed. Being self-employed is supposed to give me freedom around this stuff, but parenting makes it almost impossible to take sick leave without guilt. I could have dosed up on decongestants and ADHD meds and pushed through if either of us had had unavoidable commitments, but I felt so grotty I was very glad not to have to. Apparently testosterone hormone therapy makes you more susceptible to viral inflammation - but less at risk of auto-immune disorders - in a similar same way to people with naturally high testosterone (in other words, Man Flu is real!). Perhaps this explains why E sneezed twice but is otherwise in fine fettle, and Leo and I both feel we've been hit by a truck.

Yesterday I felt a little less bad, just about well enough to get up and have a cosy day teaming parenting with the three of us, but sadly it was not to be: Leo had succumbed and it was their turn to spend most of the day in bed. I think parenting while sick is my least favourite part of parenting: flashbacks to the pandemic, and the kicker of losing childcare support when you most need it because people cancel so they don't catch it. On Friday when Leo was busy with things I just hunkered down with E on the sofabed downstairs, and we watched Toy Story and ate snacks. But yesterday I felt up to resetting the kitchen and living room, cooking meals, and following E's self-directed play led to some lovely activities: doing a tarot reading together with their colour-in animal tarot deck (their question was about feeling sad when their tablet time is up, and the spread contained some fascinating reflections); making a soft play obstacle course in the living room out of cushions for E to romp across, and then spreading them out and making appreciative noises from the sofa while they practised forwards and backwards rolls; listening to the Cocteau Twins while I hand-fed them tiny slices of cheese crumpet and they pretended to be a baby robin; drawing dinosaurs together out of their new art activities book; watching the playback of their jiu-jitsu coach's competition win an hour earlier, which led to playing Sticky Klingon, a BJJ game where I'm on all fours, they're clinging to my back, and I'm trying (but not too hard) to shake them off; and after dinner we did a bedtime yoga session led by E, and they serenaded me with intuitive piano-playing and singing, both of which I really enjoyed. Their lyrics flowed seamlessly between English and a private language, and I could hear musicality and poetry in the bits I understood. I offered to accompany them on piano while they sang, and that was really fun and turned out sounding quite pretty; they quite quickly got bored and wanted the piano back, but I wish I'd recorded it. Sometimes I find their play extremely tedious, but yesterday between us we managed to land on a whole succession of activities I really enjoy, and it was lovely!

On Tuesday they're starting at the Garden, the self-directed learning community that lured us to Bristol. It's a three day a week setting: 10am-3pm Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays during term time. The focus is on autonomy and cultivating skills: young people take charge of their own projects, play, and learning, and the mentors are there to facilitate, provide support, and assist with conflict where needed. 5 is the youngest age they'll accept (a lot of home ed settings are 6+) and the jury's out on to what extent E is indeed ready to take responsibility for their own toileting, eating and drinking. I've been texting with one of the mentors, B, (who I know through Radical Routes, the housing co-op network) and am reassured that support is available with these things if needed. It occurs to me that being encouraged to undress, clean up, and get dressed again by themself after a toilet accident might be a wonderful incentive to start paying more attention to their bladder signals when they're in the middle of something. However I'm still considering hanging out nearby for the first day in case I'm needed.

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Reading: I've started a few books recently without finishing them. My attention span hasn't been favourable for new fiction lately. I do intermittently manage to finish some new fiction: recent faves (for certain values of "recent" ie October/November) include Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon, The Rising Flood by [personal profile] juliet Kemp, and The Galaxy and the Ground Within and A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers. But mostly it's Locked Tomb fanfic and Gideon/Harrow re-reads.

Listening (Audiobooks): I finally finished A Promised Land by Barack Obama, which I got a lot out of, but lost interest just before the end and it took me ages to actually finish it. I've listened to the TLT audiobooks and am extremely glad I did, because Moira Quirk's performance is incredible and adds a lot to my enjoyment of the stories, including making it easier to write fic because I can hear the characters' voices more clearly. Continuing my self-directed nerdery in mental health and relationships, I took in Complex PTSD by Pete Walker recently which was extremely eye-opening and an excellent explanation of how the four "F" trauma responses work in practice, as well as containing lots of practical and grounded suggestions for managing flashbacks and approaching recovery. Since finishing that I've started Polysecure by Jessica Fern, which comes recommended by many and which so far I'm finding to be clear, compassionate and wise.

Listening (Music): A lot of Catriona MacDonald's 2000 album Bold on repeat. From there, the algorthm has recommended me Catriona McKay and Saltfishforty, both of which I've been enjoying. I've also been dipping into Tori Amos, Florence + the Machine, Kate Bush, Kathryn Tickell, Karine Polwart, and Kate Rusby, who I used to find a bit wet but now feel is the perfect vibe for putting on while I'm cooking, or driving Ember home in the car. According to Spotify I've also played Roundabout by Yes several times lately, which I am totally fine with. In fact I'm tempted to listen to it again now. 

Watching: Not much, but I did treat myself to a film the other night after Ember fell asleep, and watched the whole Paddington movie on my own on my laptop. It was very silly and I enjoyed it. It's always a treat finding a kids' movie with an extraordinarily famous cast, who are all playing daft bit parts apparently just because they like working together. The posh-vintageish-London aesthetics were beautiful, in a Potterverse sort of way, and I want every single one of Nicole Kidman's outfits.

Writing:
I took part in my first fic exchange! I managed to finish a work by the deadline and I didn't hate it, which was very pleasing, and I was delighted with my gift. I don't link my AO3 username publicly so I'll post links separately. Other than that I have a bunch of WIPs, all TLT. I managed to do some work on the non-fiction book last week - currently revising chapter 7/12 - but all my work hours have been taken up by commercial stuff this week. I'm keen to get back to it as soon as I can. I've also started writing down some of the stories I make up for Ember, with the vague thought that they might work as kids' books, although I don't really want to do the illustrations myself so it's unlikely to happen.

Cooking: A lot of comfort food. Pasta with creamy vegan cashew cheeze sauce and roasted cauliflower with turmeric - a sort of cauliflower cheese/mac n cheese mashup. Lots of tuna and cheese melted sandwiches. Butternut squash, lentil and tofu coconut curry. Quinoa with spices, broccoli and beans, made extra decadent with soy cream, tamari and chopped herbs to garnish. Tonight I cooked sea bream in foil parcels in the oven with chopped fennel, green beans, garlic, herbs, olive oil and lemon, accompanied with brown rice and roast carrot. The bream was from frozen and even 40 mins at 220C wasn't enough: we had to finish it off in the pan, and the green veg came out crispy. Next time if I'm doing it from the freezer I'll either give it an hour, or open the foil after half an hour to let it finish. The carrots were incredible though: purple organic carrots from our Riverford box, which I chopped in half lengthwise and doused in olive oil, salt and pepper, with a splash of balsamic vinegar, to cook under foil until tender and then caramelise uncovered for a few minutes at the end. They were definitely the highlight of the meal. Breakfasts are usually either porridge with nut butter and fruit, granola and soy yoghurt, or toasted bagels with tofu bacon (the THIS isn't bacon brand, which I like a lot) and a fried egg.
 

Making: Not much; writing and care tasks are basically it. I spent an evening sculpting clay with L last week and made a cat-dragon, but it's not finished yet. Lots of drawing and colouring with Ember. Ember and I have done various fun activities together lately: making a ball pool out of ball pool balls and a cardboard box; building blanket forts for the stuffies and Duplo villages; dissolving corn packing peanuts in water; making towers and nests and slides out of cushions; giving each other washi tape manicures; sticking foam shapes to sticky-backed plastic. Leo and I are making gradual progress tidying and organising the house with the aim to create more beauty and harmony in our space. I hand-sewed curtain rings onto an old pair of curtains and found it highly satisfying, enough so that I'm considering taking up cross-stitch so I can have more things to sew.
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The only time I ever get to myself these days is after E is asleep, while Leo is cuddling them. By that point I've done 1-2 hours of bedtime already and am pretty sleepy myself, and depending how long it takes them to settle it might already be 10pm by the time I've brushed my teeth and done my skincare routine. (I only manage it once a day, but if it's the ONLY self care thing I do I am doing it, I swear.) Once I'm in bed I always spend some time journaling these days. If I don't, I lie awake in the middle of the night with stuff going round my head. So the paper journal has been getting the blow-by-blow of the last few weeks. I don't want to fire the laptop up in bed in the dark, because screentime at that point is poor sleep hygiene. And I don't really have any other opportunities during the day. So I've been quiet here.

The night weaning is... a whole story. TDLR: cold turkey Did Not Work, so now we're trying gentle breastfeeding weaning with nursing on demand at night but with gentle removal off the breast rather than letting them fall asleep with nipple in their mouth. The more on it I am with the removal, the less sleep we all get; the more exhausted I am, the more likely I am to just fall asleep while they're nursing and not do the removal. And the last week there's been epic teething. So it's one step forward, one step back at the moment. We're just hanging in there and weathering the teething and the waking-every-hour-to-feed while it lasts, and continuing to do the gentle removal and Leo being on cuddleshift rather than me (which does tend to result in fewer wakings to feed when there isn't teething) as much as we can in the meantime, and hoping that the nurse-to-sleep association changes. It apparently takes a few weeks, so it's OK if we aren't there yet.

We did a week of me sleeping in the spare room, during which E cried a lot and Leo stayed up all night every night walking them up and down in the sling. E slept only if in the sling in motion, and woke up whenever Leo lay them down in bed. After a week of that I got involved and we tried a couple of nights of trying to teach E to go to sleep in bed, but that resulted in screaming all night and by the end of the second night, I was nursing them at night again. We hired a lactation consultant to help me with latching and positioning, which helped make night feeds less painful, and I read the No-Cry Sleep Solution and learned about sleep associations and the gentle removal technique.

Then we implemented a strategy involving earlier bedtimes, more consistent routines, and all that good stuff. That's been going on for just over two weeks. We were seeing a notable increase in total sleep time and reduction in night waking after just one week - like for literally the first time in a year or more E slept for 13 hours in 24 (11-12 hours at night and 1-2 hours in the day) - but then the teething kicked in and we're back to much less sleep and 8 wakings a night.

We've been pretty zombiefied. Had to take a few days off work just to hunker down and share childcare in survival mode. The last couple of nights I've had a bit more sleep, but only by slacking on the weaning plan. Still, we persist.

So today is my first chance to write here, rather than in the paper journal, in weeks. E didn't nap today so Leo went up to start bedtime half an hour ago, and I've been drinking tea and having half an hour to myself downstairs during daylight. The luxury! 

It's been a good Sunday. We drove over to Li's new place to visit her for the first time since she moved out last week. (A whole other sad story which I'll tell another time.) Her new place is gorgeous and really perfect for her. I'm so glad to see her settled and comfortable, and it's only 40 minutes drive away, so not too far. We hung out in the garden at a social distance and chatted and ate stirfry, and the day warmed up and we took off our jumpers, and drank raspberry tea and no-alcohol pilsner. (E tried mine and exclaimed:  "It's got SUGAR in it! It sure does!") It's sad and weird not to be living with her only 6 months after we moved in together, but it's clearly the right thing for her. We'll visit lots.

The rest of the afternoon has been active and satisfying - the first day in about a month I felt up to doing Things and had a day to potter around doing them. E "helped" me transplant the beans and courgettes which are getting too big for their modules. I was hoping to put them straight in the ground, but there was a frost last night and they haven't been hardened up yet, so they've just got bigger pots for now. Then we tidied the kitchen and living room, cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor. Felt good to reclaim the space after a month of getting by with the bare minimum. The roomba is trundling around now making use of the clear floors.

Right - time to go help with bedtime. Not sure when I'll have a chance to write again, but when I do there's lots to share: the housemate hunt! The #notmycat saga! Books! Plants! But all that will have to wait til next time.
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Coming to the end of our fourth day of holiday and I feel really good. It took me a few days to unwind. Even a couple of days in I was noticing more anxiety and reactivity than usual. I think there's still a backdrop of "only moderately okay" - what I've heard people call "covid good", as in, as good as can be expected given the pandemic. Able to take pleasure and be grateful moment to moment, but every few weeks you have to fall apart and put yourself back together. That.

I'm feeling more grounded and relaxed now than I did at the start of the break. It's been a lovely, foodie, rhythmic, family few days. We've cooked and eaten several delicious meals - king prawn panang with homemade panang paste, Thai style sea bass, winter salad with fig, satsuma pieces, walnuts and olives, the mushroom pate, and a big roast dinner - in fact cooking, eating and cleaning up has taken up a substantial amount of each day, and I have no regrets.

Leo and I are spending as much of the time as possible together, enjoying sharing E with each other and the luxury of having two adults sharing whatever tasks need doing. E's been loving playing with their new toys from grandparents - especially their additional box of Duplo and their wooden bear puzzle, and the fire engine puzzle they got from Gina a few weeks ago. They're also obsessed with drawing so we do some of that every day, with paint pens (although we have to stop them eating them) and Crayola washable markers (which are all a bit worse for wear and we've just bought a new set).

We've done wet play in the tray table outdoors in the garden during the cold sunny day yesterday (warm water from the tap, because the rainwater was icy), walks in the nearby woods (E has a new puddlesuit gifted by biascut, and is very excited by puddle jumping - "da da da da DLASH!"), taken it in turns to DJ for living room hangouts, danced together, roleplayed with soft toys, done collaborative brightly coloured artworks, and other lovely things. We spent yesterday getting very giggly, and rolled around on the living room floor together with E climbing on us, and invented games like parachute with a blanket and twenty ball pool balls, which was hilarious (they went everywhere).

E is breastfeeding much less during the day these days. Since the start of December we've had three days a week of childcare on work weeks - Char on Fridays, who's been with us since E was a few weeks old, and our new nanny Shirley, who lives locally and brings her ten month old to work, so E has a playmate. I believe this will be good for them as they've had so few opportunities to spend time with other kids this year, but E is so far unconvinced.

I've been out doing work stuff for three long days this month, and E was fine every time. Our electric pump stopped working so we've been giving them formula in a cup when they ask for milk and I'm not there, plus solid food and herbal tea and water as usual of course.

I've noticed that even when I am there, they breastfeed a lot less during the day. Sometimes they're teething and can't manage it without biting. Sometimes they're super wriggly and chatty and stimulated and can't settle. So even if they're asking for boob, I often end up giving them cup milk instead, after a breastfeed is unsuccessful.

As a result, they're sleeping on me a lot less. We've started doing daily pushchair walks to induce naps (which is how Shirley and Char both get them to sleep). After lunch, warm clothes, blankets tucked in. Either I go alone and listen to podcasts while Leo does physio, or Leo and I go together.

So far it's worked everyday. They sleep for variable lengths of time once we get home. We park them in the garden with the hood up and tuck another blanket around them. For some reason they sleep better outdoors than indoors - bringing them in usually wakes them up. The day before yesterday they slept for two hours in total, three quarters of it in the garden. That was wonderful! But the last couple of days it's been much colder, and they've been waking up after twenty minutes or so no matter how many blankets we pile on.

So naps are in transition at the moment, and we need a new system that works in winter. I'll try bringing them indoors again, but we might need to try a hammock indoors, or start trying to build a sleep routine in their bedroom that doesn't rely on feeding to sleep (which is how they still get to sleep at night time).

Today was the first day we tried to get some domestic tasks done, rather than focusing exclusively on play, food and relaxing. We started putting up a curtain in the dining room to make the downstairs space cosier, cos it was freezing, but we realised the curtains needed adjusting, so we ended up measuring all the windows and curtains and figuring out which ones would go where and how much adjustment they each needed, plus making a shopping list for the rails and curtains we need to buy. It was a long job and at the end of it we still had no curtains, but it was an increment of progress at least.

This afternoon we both did our physio, which is the first time either of us have managed it since the start of the holiday. We also spent an hour trying to unfuck our bedroom. It's not what I'd call tidy yet, but it's heading in the right direction. Leo still has a few Boxes of Argh to unpack and I'm fighting a continual rearguard action against the floordrobe.

I also gave one of the orchids some attention. It had a few roots growing into the air, so I emptied the pot and repotted it so all the roots were under the bark layer. The orchids are so happy on the downstairs wet room windowsill. It's perfect for them - indirect light, humidity, warmth, regular mistings from the shower.

I still need to figure out what the pothus and the calathea need. Pothus is in the dining room now and is looking healthier - the conservatory was too cold. But some of the leaves have gone yellow, which suggests overwatering. The calathea is in the entrance hall, for warmth and shade, but it's still looking a bit brown and limp.

I'm off work until January the 4th or 5th; it feels good. Aiming to spend the rest of the time with a good balance of relaxing fun activities and satisfying house sorting. I've got a few fun things in the diary too - a kids' zoom rave, a walk in the park with a friend and her 18 month old - and some more ideas for family activities. It's lovely to have a nice long staycation and really focus on E, rather than trying to fit parenting in around other stuff.
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We took another two day weekend. I'm so glad - I really needed it. The first day was spent feeling entirely floopy and fragile. We defrosted food and avoided the housework, doing the bare minimum and trying to rest as much as possible around E.

I feel like true rest doesn't exist any more. Even if Leo takes E while I rest or nap somewhere else, I know the clock is ticking, that it's taxing Leo, that I might be needed any moment. And when we're all together (which is the second most restful thing available) half my attention is always on the needs and safety of the rambunctious proto-toddler.

I spent Sunday experiencing grief over various things resulting from the pandemic. It hit me hard for a while.

But then on Monday we decided to take a second day off work, and I felt great! I slung E in the morning and did some gardening.

Gardening things including bean woes )

Yesterday also contained lots of cooking. I baked cake, which turned out well - I'm enjoying getting the hang of baking which meets Leo's dietary needs. And we cooked two batch meals (kedgeree for the fridge and fish pie for the freezer, using the fresh fish from the last grocery order before it went off).

The other big achievement yesterday was a job which we've been talking about for ages, and which we only just got round to. Moving the rooms around upstairs )
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We've been in lockdown for 7 weeks. We started shielding early, before it was compulsory. The days are all the same routine, pouring through my fingers like sand.

We've both been tired. Childcare, work, housework. We take it in turns to prop the other up. We rarely have the energy to cook. We'll batch cook and then eat the same meal six meals in a row. We've been raiding the freezer which we stocked up in case we got sick. Our veg box is still being delivered, and it's an effort to use the fresh veg before it goes off. I steam a lot of it and give it to E.

E is fine. Thriving. They have five teeth now and are working on a sixth. They are a bonny, curious, wilful darling. We got them some new stacking and building toys - wooden blocks, rings on a peg, stacking cuboids. And we have a whole pile of new second hand baby board books after I bought a few job lots on eBay.

They like holding a toy in each hand and  rummaging in a toybox, swapping what they're holding for other toys. They can crawl quite quickly around the house now. We keep having to move the cat litter and bowls out of reach. The stairgates we ordered arrived but we haven't had the time or energy to fit them yet. We've got one for the kitchen, since it doesn't have a door.

They can stand freely now, and walk holding onto furniture, climb on the sofa, but they aren't walking yet. They like pulling leaves off houseplants, pulling soil out of plant pots, pulling books off bookshelves, opening kitchen drawers and throwing things on the floor. We need to reorganize the downstairs, but it's hard to find time for extra jobs when we're not even keeping up with the laundry and dishwasher.

E is also doing this inconvenient thing right now where they're basically self-weaning during the day - preferring water and solid food to breastmilk - and then keeping me up ALL NIGHT breastfeeding twice an hour. I'm exhausted.

I've barely done any work lately. About ten hours a week. The rest is housework and childcare.

But I'm okay! Tired but okay. Taking the pressure off myself with work has freed up energy for everything else. And there are lots of things bringing me joy:

Growing things! A tonne of earth arrived and I moved half of it through to the back yard by hand. I felt strong and happy. I now have six full grow bags of earth ready for plants. I've potted up my courgette, bean and squash seedlings, and they're in the conservatory staying warm in their bigger pots. I planted some more beans, herbs and salad. Next is potting up the brassicas. 

Online readthroughs organised by [personal profile] wildeabandon are very fun - a good way to socialise, and it tickles my thespian/literary fancy. I played Crichton in JM Barrie's The Admirable Crichton, which is a silly satirical play about class inequality. The lead role is a class-loving snobby butler who loves serving, but who ends up becoming the boss of the group when they're shipwrecked and he's the only competent one. I do believe Kryten was somewhat based on him.

We also just started doing Good Omens, two episodes at a time. Episodes one and two were great fun, and I'm doing Crowley in Episode three (history sequence hurray!) against [personal profile] leonato's Aziraphale. I'm looking forward to all of it!

Good Omens fandom is bringing me joy! I've been writing, and obsessively reading fics and meta. It's wonderful to have something creative and social which is absolutely 100% unequivocally Not Work. I'm loving the no-pressure writing inspiration, the nerdiness, the queerness, everything about it. I've never really got stuck into a fandom like this before and I really like it.

Our hot tub brings me joy, when I get a chance to take E out and have a float. The opportunity doesn't open up as much as I'd like, but when I do it's marvellous. It's empty right now waiting for a scrub and refill.

It's satisfying building my capacity to integrate E care into my life in a harmonious way. The best way to get E to nap has been to sling them and go for a walk, but recently those walks have been 90-120mins long (it takes E 20-50 mins to fall asleep, and then they sleep for 60-90 mins, and then it takes a little time to get home). I don't know how much they weigh, but they're ten months old and h e a v y. Afterwards I'm knackered.

So this week I've had great success with slinging them at home and getting them to sleep here. I put them in a back carry and work outside. The movement and the warmth of the sun lulls them, and it gives me a chance to do garden stuff. I even did some of the digging and earth-moving with them on my back, which felt powerful. Babywearing is getting me fit. Every night I go to bed achy, and every day I'm stronger than I expect. 

And this morning E was fussy and sleepy during a Zoom call, and I thought I'd have to make my apologies and get them to sleep, but first I tried slinging them and bouncing on the yoga ball while we talked, and they slept on me so sweetly for an hour. It feels amazing to meet their needs while getting the stuff I want to do done, without having to take a massive chunk out of my day. My dream is to get them to sleep in the sling and then do some painting, but I haven't made it happen yet...
 
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Everything feels so vivid, and the ups and downs are acute.

The moments of joy and relaxation are profound. I wrote that post about the glory of sharing the hot tub with E in their floaty donut because it was so precious, such a highlight, and I wanted to remember it.

There are so many things I'm grateful for.

I'm grateful to E every day for helping me be present. For keeping my mind on the here and now and not letting me worry about the pandemic or the future.

I'm grateful for their laughter, their delight, their curiosity and joy.

I'm grateful for Leo, such a wonderful teammate, so kind and conscientious and supportive.

I'm grateful for the delicious food we eat and our fresh veg box every week. We've cooked some amazing meals lately. Squash curry with chickpeas and tofu and coconut milk. Tuna gratin with onion and sweet potato and celeriac and swede. Pesto pasta with toasted tamari seeds and fresh leaf salad. Mushroom pasta with truffle paste and coconut milk and savoury boiled almonds and vegan parmesan. Spiralised carrot and courgette salad with lime dressing, parsnip fries, homemade houmous and toasted seeds. We batch cook about one meal in four. We eat well.

I'm grateful for space to grow plants. Watching my little seedlings sprout is a joy.

I'm grateful to have a bit of E enrichment budget saved and to be able to afford new toys:
a bag of beautiful wooden blocks, stacking cuboids, some new to us second hand board books.

But oh, I'm so tired. E breastfeeds on and off all night, sometimes more on than off. They wake at 6am. They fall asleep at 9pm and I should follow suit, but often I stay up reading, revelling in a little quiet time to myself. Or there's laundry to hang and leftovers to put away. Or slugs to drown, ew. Or I cuddle Leo and we talk for a while and then it's half nine or ten. Or I'm asleep by half nine and then E wakes and feeds six times before dawn.

It doesn't feel sustainable. I try to nap. Sometimes manage it in the mornings. But it's almost impossible to carve out time and opportunity between E needing me. I try for a nap before lunch but it's too early, I don't manage to sleep. After lunch we remember to we have to wash and clean the steriliser and then pump, that takes a while, and then E's hungry so I breastfeed and then they fall asleep on me, which is great, but not a nap for me, and then they wake up before they're done sleeping and need feeding or bouncing or soothing again, and then they wake for good and need pottying and feeding, and suddenly it's 5pm and there's not time to nap before dinner.

I'm still doing most of the domestic work, as Leo needs a hip replacement urgently and of course there are no elective surgeries. So they're living with impaired mobility and chronic pain, as gracefully as I can imagine someone bearing it.

I'm not really keeping on top of the housework. We're just about doing the laundry. The kitchen surfaces and dining table are perpetually covered in used dishes. I've hoovered downstairs once since lockdown started, and haven't mopped or cleaned the bathroom or upstairs at all.

Every day that passes I'm more fatigued than the day before. Leo and I are trying to give each other half an hour of self care time every morning, for Tai Chi or meditation or stretching or hot tubbing or a bath or RSI wrist massage or whatever. Wellbeing time. We take it in turns. But my last two I haven't used them, I've been too tired.

Sometimes they spell me in the morning for an extra hour or 90 mins of sleep. I go next door and go straight back to sleep in the other bed without waking up too much. But it's tricky without milk pumped, and Leo can't carry E around so there's a limit to what they can do together. I've been needing that more and more after broken nights of sleep, and then it's breakfast time and then I need to breastfeed and I don't get my wellbeing time. Unless the sleep counts.

This enforced family time is often gorgeous and loving, with moments of genuine joy. And at the same time it's grinding and relentless and exhausting. It's all of those things at the same time.

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