Yo Sushi, yoyo...

My moods are like a yoyo. One minute I'm down and feeling impossibly tired, the next I'm high as a kite on a drug called motherhood.

Today was the latter. You could peel me off the ceiling.

Went to bed early, did the 3-4.30am feed slot and it didn't get to me like it normally does. In fact I woke before she did so instead of waiting for her Jack Nicholson 'Here's Johnny' moment' (i.e. her 'feed me now or I will kill you' face), I got up and did some housework, a few work emails and got ready. When she woke it wasn't so bad as I wasn't mid deep sleep and could handle her. Might try that again! Probably a fluke though.

Then this morning went like a dream. Managed to shower, watch some telly, feed her, change her a few times. She even gurgled happily on my lap. Haven't stopped cuddling and kissing her all day. So this is the good times I was told about? Amazing.

At lunchtime while she was down for her long nap (Gina is a genius), I braved the tram into Manchester for a quick pram dash. Bought new shoes, visited the beauty counter at Boots and even managed some sushi for lunch. Iced Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks on the pram cupholder thingymebob to go and we were home again before she'd even woke up. Could have been another fluke? Seemed too good to be true almost. A glimpse of my old life.

Anyway am celebrating today. It's a good day. And we deserve it.