Sometimes we are offered help in life by people who mean well and when they offer they really genuinely do want to help, but they all have their own lives to live and a lot of times when the call comes even though they want to help they can’t, and that’s fine. There are also people who want to help but only on their terms and don’t or can’t help in the way we need to be helped which although annoying is fine too we will never turn away help.

But sometimes when the chips are down and you ask someone directly for help and it’s given without question you feel very humbled as I do tonight. Our lives are completely consumed right now by our children and getting through each day hoping for a time when we can start to function properly again, so all the “little jobs” I would normally chip away at are just not getting done and its starting to show.

Whether it was frustration or desperation I called my brother yesterday and asked him if he could spare an hour or two to do some DIY jobs so I could concentrate on fixing the tiles in the bathroom and reseal the bath? He just said I will be round at 10am is there anything special I need to bring?

All I will say is he turned up at 10 and was brilliant!

Thanks
Brother!

As I showered this morning I heard Jamie yelling from the bottom of the stairs that water was pouring into the kitchen…

Although “pouring” was not exactly the best way to describe the dripping water caused by two loose tiles over the bath allowing water to leak onto the ceiling below, it did show just how badly some of the odd jobs need immediate attention.

Help is definitely needed as those jobs pile up and become more and more critical yet my time is still taken up elsewhere. I may have to pay someone to do some of them just to catch up on them, even though some of them are small jobs which given the time I would LOVE and actually ENJOY doing.

Some of them won’t wait…

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The last few days have been so difficult because we missed out on Sunday nights routine sleeping which meant by Monday evening I was beat I had nothing to give, at all. My mood was lifted as I walked through the door by Jamie hugging me and a smiling screaming Reagan running and diving on me just because I was home. Yes, the rewards for the hard work are huge but knowing you can not rest until Reagan has gone to bed and even then if Jamie or more likely Lincoln needs me it might not be until far later.

We sat at the table and ate tea, but all I could do was pick at mine I was so tired, and then we went upstairs for the bath time and remember just leaning on the bath side watching Reagan who was wondering why dad wasn’t splashing around like he usually does but as I said I had nothing to give and it was all I could do to get Reagan in to bed and Lincoln help Jamie settle on the sofa.

Jamie allowed me to go to bed first and I reckon I was asleep by 20:15 but gave my word I would be back down stairs by midnight, and I was! That 4 hours really did the trick and I was invincible as I sent Jamie to bed for her turn, it only got stressful when my energy levels dropped again around 5am and by 6am when Jamie came down carring what looked like 2 barrage balloons up her t-shirt I was beat again and we passed on the stairs as she took over and I went to get another hour before work. The week has just got harder as its gone on too because of Sunday with the added problem of Lincoln’s colic worsening especially at night. When the sun goes down he really suffers for some reason and last night I was suppossed to do the first shift but from 21:00 when Jamie went to bed until 22:00 he screamed and nothing I did was stopping him prompting the “Hero to Zero” post.

Missing one nights sleep really makes things tougher than they usually are and you question yourself more as fatigue and exhaustion just grind you completly to a standstill. The four of us are so good together and the good times are starting to come back but at the moment they’re few and brief but getting more frequent everyday! It is the hardest job we have ever done but it’ll get easier….so they say?

It is the best feeling when I can give Jamie rest and recuperation in the form of some decent sleep because she finds it so difficult to break away from Lincoln (and Reagan) so to “take the first shift” as early as 21:00 was fantastic.

After nearly an hour of crying in which I tried my best to make Lincoln comfortable and stop him crying, I heard mommy come down stairs to take him off me and stop him crying and ultimately make him sleep, laying him in his basket and going back to bed…

I know its his mom he needs but it doesn’t make me feel very good that I can’t make him comfortable so mommy can at least sleep for a couple hours?

I took this last night and think he is looking up to me and I hope he always will!

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