Picnic By The Motorway

Newsflash! Being a mum is exhausting. What, you knew that already? Why didn’t you tell me?! Oh yeah, that’s right, you did.

Little Vic (as he’s affectionately known – see also ‘Little’, ‘Baby Vic’, ‘Boo Boo’ and ‘Victor John’) is a lovely wee soul. He is joyful in the morning and cranky in the evening. He loves it when I poke out my tongue and loves being sung to so much that he doesn’t give a toss if the singing is out of tune.

He hates tummy time due to being weighed down by his rather large head, and as a result he’s establishing quite the flat spot on the back of his head. He loves kicking his little legs, and swinging his little arms, and his smiles and coos pretty much light up my world.

His crying, however, does not.

I’m not going to complain about the crappy times, at least not in this entry, because the good times are the important bits.

I’m enjoying my new role as a mum, but not so crazy about my new role as housekeeper. I feel like my days revolve around picking stuff up, wiping surfaces down, hanging things out to dry… When I’m not doing that I’m having baby-voice conversations with a three-month-old that mostly involve questions. Do you want to go in your bouncinette? Are you hungry? Are you? Are you hungry? How about some tummy time? Oh, you don’t like that? Are you sleepy? Are you?

Etc.

I don’t even know myself anymore. You’re very much thrown in the deep end when you become a mum. It’s not exactly a gradual easing into things, y’know? One minute you’re lazing about on the couch eating donuts, responsible only for your own wants and needs. Next thing you know there’s this tiny little creature in your face, flailing its wee arms and legs about, demanding all  your physical, emotional and mental attention. It empties your bank account, turns you into a zombie, right-royally screws up your body for a bit, and takes you to the very end of yourself in the wee hours of the morning.

But oh the love. All the cheesy cliches are true. There is no love like it.

Happy three months Boo Boo – the very best three months of my life so far.