Meltdown? Moi?

Yes, I admit it. I am not super-human after all. After eight weeks of constantly being cried at or sucked on I finally lost my sense of humour. Not bad going considering, but I still felt dreadful about it. Poor N got an earful as well even though he's been nothing but an angel.

I guess the upshot is that parenting two small children is very hard work. My problem is that I try and continue doing all the things that people without two small children do too - cooking nice meals, keeping the house reasonably clean and tidy, getting out and about, maintaining a healthy relationship with my lovely husband. And frankly, something has to give. In our case it's the housework and - from time to time - my patience.

But, as always, just as I thought I'd never get any time to myself again, F decided to sleep in her Moses basket from 7.30pm until 11! Hurrah. Time to test the pelvic floor against the laugh test with an episode of the new series of Green Wing. God, I love that show. It's so random - just genius. The fact that F then decided to cry for the best part of an hour and refused to feed didn't stress me as I'd had my fix of 'me time'. Small pleasures.

And today, the sun is shining, O's been pottering in the garden, we've managed a stress-free trip to Sainsbury's and N will be back early from work. Life is good.