It’s all starting to mount up! The incremental sleep deprivation is doing its thing its thing [I did notice this, but after publishing. I rest my case – ed.] with the two of us, well three of us really; even Doglet has been dog tired! From first thing this morning, until about 3pm, Marcail has been in an extended period of wakefulness and HUNGER. She pestered Debs almost non-stop to eat, eat and eat some more. By three, little madam had finally succumed to to the need to nap, and we had developed a correspondingly strong urge to get outside into the real world.
So, to putting clean socks in the wash, making coffee without coffee and forgeting to take Doglet’s food on a day trip, you can now add taking our daughter to the beach without a blanket or a rain cover for her pushchair; listen, it’s Scotland you always need a blanket and a rain cover just
in case even if it’s a scorcher when you leave the house. In the end the sleet held off for long enough to get half an hour along the front at Cramond which meant Mia could get the rips out of her system on the sand.
We are about to take the plunge now too. Being, as we are, hardened masters of parenthood, we will shortly be shunning the soft, spineless convenience of instant nappies for the gritty, manly, new world derring do of reusable terry nappies! Since it would be churlish to shun all things modern, such as the press-stud and the curve, we will be using shaped nappies, not yer medaeval square, pah! Wish us luck! Judging from the effect when we got them through a pre-wash, there may be no end in sight to the road on which we have just embarked.
Now, where is that big soft pillow and duvet…