Yet another blogging mummy

 This blog is everything I'm thinking at the moment. It's my therapy. I need this. Please bear with me. I am so tired I can hardly see straight because Pickle has stopped sleeping properly again. Not only this but every night it is at least a two hour BATTLE to get her anywhere near sleep. We are in this weird window of her development where she still needs a nap in the day, even if it's just 20 minutes, and so if she doesn't nap, she makes our life a living hell until she goes to sleep at night, which she fights with body and soul, so in the evening it's approximately 4 hours of horrendousness which I start dreading around noon. If she does nap, however, no matter what we do, like go to the beach or the playground right after daycare, or go and climb one or two of the Himalayas with her, she still will not fall asleep until after 10. 11:30 was the worst one, one of the weeks when my husband was in the UK and we were here. By the end, she was crying, I was sobbing,

Do you mind keeping your opinions to yourself? Yes? Oh go on then... Everyone, without exception, said this to me when Pickle was a baby. "It won't last for long, enjoy every moment! Don't take this time for granted!" Old ladies at the shops. Friends who had teenagers. Work colleagues. To the point where I started to get a guilty complex just for existing without gazing adoringly into her eyes for hours and hours. I started to resent the people who told me that, because it felt like they were assuming that I wasn't paying enough attention to her. They couldn't have been more wrong, as it turns out, as if anything, I gave her TOO much attention. Probably as a result of these people constantly telling me to!  And then, when she was sleeping well, through the night in her own room at 6 months, it was "Oh enjoy it while it lasts, because just you wait....it's not going to be like this forever!" It was the "Just you wait" through forced, ang