This Hannibal Lector face mask better work. I bought it in Boots because it said anti-fatigue on the packet. In fact I bought 10 products that promised to make me look less tired. And Im so tired I cant even tell you what they are now. So I’m hoping the next 15 minutes will undo the last 12 weeks of sleepless nights. I caught my reflection in the mirror yesterday and even on my worst hungover days, I had never seen the shade of purple that currently sits in my under eye bags.
Ellie is 12 weeks old today. I am still pinching myself that she is actually here. Sometimes I look at her and I draw a complete blank as to what her name is. Like, Ive forgotten what I actually called her. Can you believe that? Mostly I think it’s because I spend my days cooing at her like a pigeon and not actually talking to her, just staring and cooing, hoping against hope she will give me a smile. When she does, I mostly cry. But I cry at practically everything these days. When himself doesn’t put the bin out, when I run out of milk, when I cant find my phone charger, The best yet, folding and putting away the new born baby clothes that don’t fit her anymore and bawling about the fact that she will soon be off to college. Don’t laugh, I was inconsolable. I think my hormones are finally levelling out though and Im hoping I go back to normal regular crying like when Ive drank too much white wine listening to Stevie Nicks.