Before Abbie's arrival people told me parenting would be a full time job.
It's not that I didn't believe them - it's just that I had no idea how full time.
I had visions of actually having a clean house (something I rarely achieved when I was in paid work full time and played hockey) and messing around with my photographs, and getting some freelance work.
The reality is that I'm lucky to get the laundry done.
And I only have one baby!
Part of this is me getting the hang of things though.
I'm slowly learning how to do things more quickly - for instance I know not to move the old nappy until I'm 100 per cent ready to put in the new one.
I have also realised that If I can't eat breakfast one-handed then I can't eat breakfast.
Coffee and tea are pretty much a thing of the past.
The other thing I've noticed is that I either have a good day, where everything goes to plan or it all goes to hell. There is no in between.
On a good day I have fun with Abbie, then she sleeps in her cot and I actually get some housework done AND catch the headlines online.
Last Thursday was a bad day.
Abbie had a bad night to start with (frequently a precursor to a bad day) then proceeded to throw up everything I fed her and cry whenever I put her down.
We missed her six week appointment with the child health care nurse because I had put it on the wrong day on the calender, then when we went for the GP six week check I forgot the purple book.
For non-parents out there, the purple book is a child's health record and without it, these checks are rendered pretty much pointless.
The GP did the check anyway and said she would fill in the book when we brought Abbie back for her vaccinations.
Of course these examinations weren't all that comfortable and produced an almighty scream and, oddly enough, a loud bowel movement.
I changed her in a spare examination room (no change table in the bathroom) as quickly as I could as her cries echoed through the practice.
I managed to get her settled to a murmur by the time we got to the car.
At this stage a stranger stopped me and told me she would like to steal my baby.
She had obviously not been in the surgery.
When hubby got home and asked how my day was I collapsed into tears.
As taken aback as the poor man was, he handled it very well.
He took Abbie and sent me for a shower and to bed.
He even did a load of washing.
The next day, thankfully, was a good day.