I want to have a happy new year. Spending the last few months of 2011 as a new parent was both exhilarating as well as demoralising. Not as 100 per cent demoralising as I found the Sproglette, but there are still moments, at 1 am when you’re rocking a wired non-sleeping baby to sleep, that you stupidly decide to start discussing with your husband, in not-so-dulcet-tones, the parenting techniques you’ve decided to employ and why. Of course a fight ensues.
Baby number two is about a million times easier than baby number one. I’m sure the Sproglette will continue to be my test run as she goes through the years, but following up will be little miss Harrie who will benefit from the battles I fight with myself and the Sprog.
In general, though, I have struggled to be 100 per cent happy in a place I didn’t want to move to, a long way from my family, living with kids and a husband who travels a lot, in an environment that is debiliatingly hot and humid, with few recreational interests that I enjoy.
The Mr and I are the only break for each other. When we’re tag teaming the kids, it makes it really difficult to connect with each other, especially when he travels. And a flight to anywhere from Darwin is simply too long to take on a regular basis.
But, I’m hoping to put all these things behind me. I need to focus on the positive, get off my bum, put a smile on my face and enjoy everything. Enjoy the Sprog’s tantrums – I am becoming so good at diplomacy that I should be able to put it on my resume soon.
So here’s to having a happy new year, and I hope you’re having one too.