Between nappy changes, romper washes and midnight feeds, I haven’t found time to post.
Little man is nine weeks today!
We had our BCG Tuberculosis vaccine on Saturday, and we have our combined 8 week check up (somewhat late) this coming Wednesday.
This was at eight weeks ❤️ 
His eczema like rash cleared up 🧡 
Visits from Vlad.
He didn’t shed a single tear at his jab – I’m a very proud mummy. He’s a very strong boy.
We’ve definitely established a bond. He looks to me to see if something should cause him alarm – needle goes in, looks at mummy. Mummy seems fine – but it hurts – but mummy is smiling and playing… jab over.
Little man has changed how I interact with V and that has most definitely strained our relationship. His housing situation hasn’t changed, but he can’t move in with me.
To be honest even if he could, I wouldn’t let him.
Since I moved out on February 2020, I spent a year and two months in places I couldn’t have guests. Not one. Never.
Now I’m accustomed to having no one in my space. I have had a baby and he’s constantly in my space but, it’s our space.
When V comes over, he always knows his planned staycation but never says how long for, nor when he will leave.
He doesn’t cook. He doesn’t clean. He is in capable of putting the toilet seat down. He doesn’t even clean up for himself. He only comes over when he’s run out of money, and then he eats me out of house and home. While expecting me to cook that food for him, and when I’m skint, he doesn’t even come with the baby and I to the food bank, so that’s always fun for me.
He is always depressed (or coming down off something perhaps?), so he spends all day and all night in bed – little man and I shouldn’t co sleep but we kinda do. There’s two single beds, pushed together. He has one. I have one. When V comes, there isn’t space anymore.
I know it upsets him that he can’t bring Sunshine (the dog) along, but that’s something he will have to get over. She stays with his other ‘housemates’ and Dragon, the other dog.
I lost my shit at him. We had our health visit booked. I needed his things out of my flat and into the storage unit two doors down. I gave him a weeks notice, leaving me an extra day to clean.
He arrived three days later. Supposedly for one night. Four days later him, and his things still lingering.
I shouted. He stormed off.
I was relieved to be honest.
Motherhood: Incoming 