Sophie and I had a too-busy weekend. Aquarium, Hullabaloo concert, birthday party, playgrounds… On top of all that rushing about to kids’ activities, Sophie didn’t sleep well at night. She was up for two-hour stretches at a time, every night for the last three nights. If there were 2 parents around, the one who did the night-time parenting could at least sleep in, each morning. But there’s only me and I am exhausted.
I went walking on the beach by myself on Sunday morning, taking a much-needed sanity-break while our neighbor watched Sophie — and I looked so sad that a total stranger told me she would pray for me.
Ben will be home in 10 days, and then we’ll have the new adventure of re-adjusting to life together, after this latest 2-month absence. Ben has missed a total of 5 months of Sophie’s life, since she’s been born, for his various adventurous trips. I am starting to get very very angry about this.