My little one has learned to clap and she’s utterly delighted with herself. Nevermind that she only claps with one hand and makes no sound, she’s ‘clapping handies’ and that is just marvellous! Ah babies.

I love babies, they’re amazing, while my own one is of course the most wonderful little tot the world has ever seen. (Of course.) But man do they ruin your life.

Once upon a time I used to head to a cafe on my day off work and enjoy an americano and heated scone while writing, scrolling or reading the latest novel. Sometimes all three in the one morning! I used to go to the gym at 6am three days a week and lift heavy weights while listening to my favourite Spotify playlist. I used to go to an evening yoga class, meet a friend for a glass of shiraz and some gossip or spend a whole evening watching a movie uninterrupted.

UNINTERRUPTED.

My life is nothing but interruptions these days, especially when it comes to sleep. I can’t imagine feeling alive enough to get up at the dawn and head off to the gym. No, in the current season I cling to my warm duvet and only drag my sorry ass out of bed when my demanding little cutie is busy either about to eat my favourite book or trying to smash a lamp off the locker, all the while chanting her happy little gibberish and giggling to herself.

I mean, she’s ridiculously cute, I’ll give her that. But she’s not doing much for my beauty sleep and God knows I need it these days.

At least there’s coffee. Coffee and the hope of better days ahead when I can sit down at the computer and write a blog-post in one go, when I can start a job, any job, and finish it at my leisure, without feeling as though the devil is chasing at my heels and going to snap my ankle at any moment. I mean, she’s finally getting teeth so that metaphor could soon become a literal description of my life.

And yes, when she does that maniacal giggle at 6 in the morning, I do sometimes wonder if she’s the devil disguised as the cutest little bundle of joy you ever saw who’s come to ruin my life…

In the best possible way though.

Over and out amigos.

Liz

Disclaimer: I don’t actually think my baby is the devil incarnate. An adorable little brat who thinks keeping me awake is hilarious? Sure. King Lucifer himself? Not so much.