To all the parents still stuck in a haze of sleepless nights…

by Veronica on April 2, 2015

in Life



My URL when I first began this blog was a hope, a prayer, a wish. It was me promising myself that it would get better. That things would get easier. One day I wouldn’t be so tired I wanted to cry.

Some day we WILL sleep.


This blog has been alive for almost 8 years and it’s finally here.

My youngest is three in July and mostly sleeps through the night now.

So to all the parents who are sleep deprived, hidden under a pile of nappies, trying to claw out five minutes peace. This is for you.


Isaac (6) just made breakfast for everyone. Toasted sandwiches. My two older children make their own breakfast regularly, and take care of the 2yo when I am flat out exhausted.

I’ve been sick (‘flu) and aside from Evelyn throwing a tantrum at me (“MUMMY! PUT YOUR PANTS ON. YOU NOT NAPPING! PUT PANTS ON!”), I was able to spend the worst of my illness in bed.


I was sick and I went to bed. Everyone survived. Amy (8) even came and led Evelyn (2) away saying “Eve, Mummy is sick, leave her alone and I’ll play with you.”


Of course, they all decided that watching Netflix in bed with me was the best option, but who cares? We were all lying down.

So to everyone still mired in the chaos of very little children, this is my promise: It gets better. Eventually they start school and learn to read.

They can make their own food, wipe their own bottoms, turn on the shower for themselves. They can make lunch, and lunch for you as well.

They say things like “I am making hot chocolate, who wants one?” and you can say “ME!” and they’ll make it and deliver it to your desk.


Sure, my youngest is still in nappies and occasionally wakes overnight and spends a few hours trying to sit on my head while I ignore her, but it gets better.

There is light at the end of my tunnel and I just needed to share it with you.

Because honestly, there’s nothing nicer than a six year old presenting you with a ham and cheese toastie he made by himself, or an eight year old making a cup of tea and delivering it to you.

It gets better. 

Zelda April 2, 2015 at 10:24 am

Excuse me, when did your lot get so BIG???? I remember when Amy was tiny and Issac was a twinkle in your eye! They are NOT ALLOWED to grow up!

Veronica April 2, 2015 at 10:40 am

I don’t even know! Eve is 3 in July, Isaac is reading confidently and Amy, well, Amy is just so grown up. SO BIG.

Becky April 2, 2015 at 12:05 pm




river April 3, 2015 at 3:53 pm

I’m imagining your bliss and have a big smile on my face.
I knew this day would come for you 🙂 🙂
I remember the early days of ‘no fear Amy’. “tatch me mummy!”

Fiona April 14, 2015 at 11:16 pm


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