I started out the week feeling like a rockstar. But then Helen moved from the stage of very-new-baby-relative-sleepiness into third-week-uncomfortable-growth-spurt which made sleeping difficult for both of us. And then today I officially fell sick and have been in bed most of the day with Helen watching Andrew Davies mini-series. Take-out pizza for dinner.
(Which all sounds fun, really, but I am too sick to enjoy it.)
(And definitely not feeling like a rockstar.)
(But trying to take right now for just what it is.)
(I have been given so much.)