Since we left sunny Perth for cold Sydney the days have morphed into weeks. We came for your great grandad's funeral with an open ticket and we are still here with no return planned.
During this hectic time your beloved routine has been off kilter. In fact, you no longer have one. You're back to being fed a bottle on demand, including through the night (I know, I know!) Your feeding and sleeping is all over the place and we've been spending too much precious time on the road each day travelling from A to B. I for one have been teetering on the brink of exhaustion, insanity and dare I say, depression.
I don't know how this blatant dismissal of something we have grown to depend on so much (ROUTINE!!) seems to have eluded us. Perhaps it was the time difference that threw us initially, causing you to sleep increasingly later in the day until you eventually cut out your morning nap. But the combination of minimal eating and sleeping and what I suspect is teething is resulting in an oftentimes grumpy bub. Despite your sheer exhaustion there have been occasional nights of sleeping through but this in itself is no real comfort. My body isn't accustomed to such luxuries so I find myself waking anyway. Add a little grief to the mix and you have shattered parents (and a baby) longing for a return to routine and normalcy.
Neither Daddy nor I have had a chance for much exercise this past week and it's something we have both really grown to depend on for relaxation (and our sanity!). Dad is missing his bike and I am craving the hot room. I'll take 90 mins of sweat, torture and bad BO any day, if it means the chance to feel half normal again. Really, you ask? Yes, Honestly!!
It's got me thinking about exercise and whether some of us need it more than others. I for one, cannot imagine a life without it but what about those that have never walked further than from the couch to the fridge? What about people whose daily 'exercise' regime consists of little more than hanging out the washing or changing the toilet roll? How do these people manage to go to work, keep house and play hard without falling into a heap at the end of each day? Where do they get their energy from? Not only do I need to exercise, I also want to. Heck, those lovely endorphins that are released post workout are what I most look forward to during a hectic week. Put simply, I love how exercise makes me feel.
The plan from here is to spend some time at my aunty's place where your Nonna is also staying and then to head over to aunty Sarah's place in Collaroy, to see Nanna, Uncle Phil and your two cousins Dimitri and Salvatore. I'm hoping to check in to a Bikram studio in the coming week as I fear further changes of scenery and unfamiliar faces will be keep good ol' routine at bay for a little longer.
