Wow, nobody told me either how difficult it is to get things done. After lights out and Lily has hit the sack I run round like a whirling dervish trying to complete all the household chores I have been unable to accomplish during daylight hours (as my high maintenance daughter demands I rock her to sleep for 5 hours at a time). Seems like I am drowning under piles of unwashed babygros, bottles are building mountains in the sink, stinky old nappies overflow out of every nook and cranny.
Maybe I am just incompetent? Maybe I'm a bad mother? Maybe I suck at this housekeeping/parenting malarkey? Maybe this is all there is now?
Maybe I need a beer.