Day 10 – the rage

Today the rage has set in. I’m so flipping angry. Heaven knows what about.

Obviously take it out on the long suffering hubster. I mutter at him for leaving things on the stairs. Curse whilst I make sweet potato frittas for beautiful baby. Hang washing out and practically throw it on the line.

Mood improves slightly during a baby playdate. Finally catch up with a lovely mum whose BB is at the same stage and age as my BB. It’s also lovely that she isn’t madly trying to teach her BB baby Spanish and baby sign language like one competitive yummy mummy group I’m unfortunately part of and too scared to leave (I just stay silent on whatsap and haunt as I’ve got nothing to contribute).

To try and really shake the mood off I go for a walk at nap time for an hour. It doesn’t work. So I’m now running at 5:30 over the fields with one of my friends I’ve confided in (wish me luck).

I didn’t realise these cravings would be so bad. I didn’t realise I’d be constantly thirsty yet constantly needing the loo. I didn’t realise my brain would feel so foggy and my body so tired.

I didn’t realise. This. Is. So. Flipping. Hard