I knew it. Stuck already. I mean, what have I got to grumble about really? I have a gorgeous husband, a beauty of a baby boy, a roof over my head, a great bunch of friends, good health and I am sitting by an open fire, with a glass of ginger beer. Pushing the boat out I know. What can you do? I even had a scone earlier.
Ok. Perhaps I'm going to have to rethink Tuesday's posts in future. Maybe it should be Tuesday's Tickle? Maybe I'll just go back to the days rolling into one and not give a hoot about what day it is. Maybe I'll have a tantrum about not having anything to have a bleeding tantrum about. Actually I really ought to take a deep breath. I'm beginning to get palpitations...
...and in fact I have got something to have a tantrum about - my shoulder, it really hurts, from lying stupidly on the bed whilst feeding. But that's not really a tantrum. Oh I give up. I'm going to have a strop instead. No, I'll write a quick off the cuff poem, that usually works.
Grrr, Brrraaaa Grrrr.
Shouted really loudly.
It's not fair cried the silly little girl inside me
The days are too short
The nights are too long
I can't even remember my favourite song!
This lack of sleep is making me weep
Oi, let me out here in this field of sheep
I'll count them forwards and backwards
And side to side
If it will only make the days seem wide
For wide days could make sense of this
Leading to a life of ignorant bliss
Where silly little girls sleep all day
And when night falls come out to play.
Slightly random, but that feels better, time for bed, good night zzz
Hmm - I had scheduled this tantrum to post automatically last Tuesday and it didn't, or did it, I'm not sure now. I can feel a technology tantrum coming on!