I'm still here, just. The third semi-sleepless night in a row, and this coming after a couple of weeks of difficult nights with the twins (snuffles, coughs etc) now we're into pharyngitis and earache...I think the molars are coming through and by the look of it this sort of teething is pretty nasty. One of my girls will only sleep if she lies on top of me where I can hold her...which is fine, but I get no sleep at all.
One baby went to daycare this morning and the other is with me at home with earache and the blues (she's actually honing her harmonica skills as I type). It's the first time ever the girls have been separated for more than a few minutes...it'll be interesting to see how they handle it...so far so good.
A vicious Mistral blowing this morning, creeping in under the front door, up through the cellar trapdoor, down the chimney...so we're staying warm and snug inside.
I have to say it's postively a breeze looking after just one baby at a time. It's fun. Apart from her being sick of course, but wow, it's even kind of restful.
Haven't written a word for ten days now and feeling bad about it. I have this immense need to do it and yet regularly lose momentum.
I excavated a manuscript I started two years ago and it's not too bad (surprisingly)...I've got a cup of coffee and I'm going to lie on the floor with my baby and watch her play and edit some pages I'm thinking of submitting as an extract/short story. Problem is there's quite a lot of bad language which is vital to the story. Maybe if I can get it published it'll give me the boost I need to continue the other stuff, to get a grip and commit myself to writing every day. It's been eons (sp?) since I had a story published and even those, my inner doubting voices tell me, may have been flukes.
Whatever...I think I need a little pain au chocolat and a nap.... haven't done this sleep deprivation thing since the girls were 6 months old....I'm out of practice....how did I do this every day? for months?
One baby went to daycare this morning and the other is with me at home with earache and the blues (she's actually honing her harmonica skills as I type). It's the first time ever the girls have been separated for more than a few minutes...it'll be interesting to see how they handle it...so far so good.
A vicious Mistral blowing this morning, creeping in under the front door, up through the cellar trapdoor, down the chimney...so we're staying warm and snug inside.
I have to say it's postively a breeze looking after just one baby at a time. It's fun. Apart from her being sick of course, but wow, it's even kind of restful.
Haven't written a word for ten days now and feeling bad about it. I have this immense need to do it and yet regularly lose momentum.
I excavated a manuscript I started two years ago and it's not too bad (surprisingly)...I've got a cup of coffee and I'm going to lie on the floor with my baby and watch her play and edit some pages I'm thinking of submitting as an extract/short story. Problem is there's quite a lot of bad language which is vital to the story. Maybe if I can get it published it'll give me the boost I need to continue the other stuff, to get a grip and commit myself to writing every day. It's been eons (sp?) since I had a story published and even those, my inner doubting voices tell me, may have been flukes.
Whatever...I think I need a little pain au chocolat and a nap.... haven't done this sleep deprivation thing since the girls were 6 months old....I'm out of practice....how did I do this every day? for months?












