Dot writes: I keep starting posts and then thinking “well, that’s not very interesting” or “hmm, not sure where to go from here”, and then getting called away to deal with a lego emergency (“plane broken, Mummy!”) or pay proper attention to a bored baby, and then not finishing. I’ve been spending too much time reading blogs by people who can really write and getting self-conscious/over-ambitious. And, to be honest, I’ve also been feeling a bit tired and low. I’m worried about going back to work (horribly soon now), not sure I remember how to do my job or can rediscover the research momentum I have utterly lost over the last couple of baby-soaked years. Also, although the boys will be with their Dad and not in a creche, I still dread leaving them. Ken is probably just as good at looking after them as I am, but it’s very hard to relinquish control. They are my babies and if anybody’s going to run out of energy at 4pm and plonk them in front of the telly I want it to be me. Sniff. Bad sleep doesn’t help either. Frank actually slept through a few nights ago, but he hasn’t repeated this feat, and Hugh is stuck in a getting-up-at-ten-to-six groove that we are finding somewhat wearing. Ugh.
Anyway, Frank wants me. Must stop now.