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Tonight I had a bath….by myself.
A few months ago I reconnected with an old school friend, and she shared a post telling of the lovely way she enjoyed bath time with her newborn – to get in too! So I tried it and wow, bath time became so much more fun for me and my daughter and gave me a chance to unwind at the end of the day, too.
We also learnt about “boobaloobs”.
Fridays are a prime time for one of our shared baths but tonight was different. My little girl is now the grand old age of 3yrs 3months, and she has recently started to become
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very independent, it’s lovely. Instead of joining me in the bath, she wanted to snuggle in her blanket on my bed and watch her iPad….downtime for a toddler, but I needed a bath – not because I smelt like an old sock, but for my sanity.
For what felt like forever, but actually turned out to be 20mins, I had a bath….with bubbles….and a lovely view of bath toys. I listened to my favourite, slightly depressing, TV soundtrack (the Keeping Faith EP by Amy Wadge) and I just sat still. When was the last time I did this? I thought. Must have been
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before my little girl was born, and man did I need it.
Tonight I am exhausted. I am in bed with my girl, after said bath, I have just booked softplay for tomorrow and I’m looking forward to a good nights sleep. I didn’t make it to work today – whilst stuck in traffic on the M4, like I do most days, I quickly emailed you boss to say I’d be late, and there it was – and email from her. After a week of relentless and exhausting conversations with my ex this was not what I needed. I had a panic attack in the car and I was scared. I felt dizzy and I
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couldn’t breathe, sobbing, this couldn’t have come at a worse time.
I had experienced panic attack’s before so I knew how to control it, I forced myself to slow down my breathing and made it to a service station where I sat for over an hour having various conversations to both calm me down and process what was happening – how is this my life and how am I ever going to be able to co-parent with my daughters father?
I don’t know the answer to either question yet but as I got us into our PJs I sat and said ‘thank you’ to my gorgeous girl –
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I had twenty minutes of me time this evening and it felt good. Order is restored.
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Jennifer Gosling - 26 Apr 19
Tonight I had a bath….by myself.
A few months ago I reconnected with an old school friend, and she shared a post telling of the lovely way she enjoyed bath time with her newborn – to get in too! So I tried it and wow, bath time became so much more fun for me and my daughter and gave me a chance to unwind at the end of the day, too.
We also learnt about “boobaloobs”.
Fridays are a prime time for one of our shared baths but tonight was different. My little girl is now the grand old age of 3yrs 3months, and she has recently started to become very independent, it’s lovely. Instead of joining me in the bath, she wanted to snuggle in her blanket on my bed and watch her iPad….downtime for a toddler, but I needed a bath – not because I smelt like an old sock, but for my sanity.
For what felt like forever, but actually turned out to be 20mins, I had a bath….with bubbles….and a lovely view of bath toys. I listened to my favourite, slightly depressing, TV soundtrack (the Keeping Faith EP by Amy Wadge) and I just sat still. When was the last time I did this? I thought. Must have been before my little girl was born, and man did I need it.
Tonight I am exhausted. I am in bed with my girl, after said bath, I have just booked softplay for tomorrow and I’m looking forward to a good nights sleep. I didn’t make it to work today – whilst stuck in traffic on the M4, like I do most days, I quickly emailed you boss to say I’d be late, and there it was – and email from her. After a week of relentless and exhausting conversations with my ex this was not what I needed. I had a panic attack in the car and I was scared. I felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe, sobbing, this couldn’t have come at a worse time.
I had experienced panic attack’s before so I knew how to control it, I forced myself to slow down my breathing and made it to a service station where I sat for over an hour having various conversations to both calm me down and process what was happening – how is this my life and how am I ever going to be able to co-parent with my daughters father?
I don’t know the answer to either question yet but as I got us into our PJs I sat and said ‘thank you’ to my gorgeous girl – I had twenty minutes of me time this evening and it felt good. Order is restored.
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