Grumpy. Cold. Stressed.
Those have been by alternating moods this week, sometimes more than one at a time, often in quick succession.
Keeping me going is the thought that in just over 3 weeks time, I will be starting maternity leave.
And yet, I don’t want to wish this time away because it is time I will never have back. Precious time, just me on my own, or just me and Marto. Gone will be my weeknights of reading and watching TV and going to bed at 10pm. Gone will be our weekends curled up in front of the fire, or having sex in the afternoon, or, just, well doing nothing.
I read somewhere that the days are long, but the years short. I get it.