I have cracked the Q code people.
After hanging out together twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, for nearly 9 months, I’ve finally worked out how to tire my girl out.
· Yesterday we woke up and had our usual faff around from 5.43am to 7am.
· 7am feed
· dress and pack bags for excursion
· put Q in her chariot, seat upright so she can see the world and wave and talk to everyone she meets
· 40 minute walk in the sunshine and fresh air to meet a friend for breakfast
· breakfast and play in the park for a couple of hours, eating dirt and trying to crawl
· 40 minute walk home again in the fresh air and sunshine (still kicking, singing and waving)
· lunch, run some errands and practice her plank position on the floor
· 30 minute walk (short nap and more kicking, waving and singing) to the swimming pool
· 40 minutes in the pool doing full immersion, kicking and some Olympic hopeful splashing
· 30 minute return walk – still kicking, waving and singing
· third independently eaten meal for the day, spectacular mess throughout the kitchen
· long bath to soak off the chlorine and much to be said to her bath friends the fish and the rubber duck
· story time (which she has no interest in, beyond wanting to eat the book)
· cuddles and bed without a fuss at 8pm
· dream feed at 11
· weird 1am scream (as usual. No idea why she does this, will worry about it another day)
· 6.45am wake up
· 6.45am wake up. I’ve just written that again to make sure you understood what I wrote.
That’s right folks, the mama slept from 1am to 6.45am.
Trouble is, I really needed it.
The only problem with successfully tiring out the unstoppable Miss Q, is I’m bloody exhausted myself!
Still, that’s a victory. And after the number of failures I’ve had this week, I’ll take the victories as they come.
May you too crack the code.
Have a great Friday.
Don’t forget to wear your jeans.