Alone at last…
In other news, we have moved Bubs out of our room and into that charming nursery that simply HAD to be finished before he was born but in which he has spent approximately one hour altogether since we brought him home. The transition went much better than expected, leading me to draw the conclusion that Bubs was just as sick of listening to us fidgeting about in bed at night as we were of listening to him. It wasn’t without pangs of regret though, I felt like a bit of a nasty mummy putting such a small lad into such a big room all by himself and leaving him there in the dark. And the sight of his empty travel cot at the end of our bed nearly had me running to bring him back in when we went to bed that night, but all things considered it’s not so bad. I’ve moved our toiletries back into the ensuite, the laundry basket is no longer stationed at the top of the stairs and I’ve taken down the sticky-up blackout blind so we can at last open our windows and let some fresh air into the cavern of our bedroom. Hubber and I can have conversations (albeit whispered, just in case) when we go to bed and, perhaps most astounding of all, if we wanted to have sex in our own bed, we could! Just a pity we are both too knackered eh?
Hi Claire! Just found your blog through weeems and I can so relate to your little stories of Bubs and the weekly blogs on motherhood. We are going to move Niamh into her own room on her first birthday in November. Great present for her. I think NOT! And maybe the hubbie can get his side of the wardrobe back too!