Some days, (very few days), Aiden sleeps from 11pm - 8am (with lots of feeds in between). Most days Aiden wakes up early, plays a bit, and then crashes out for a morning nap an hour later.
Some days, I see photos like this (faces blocked for privacy);
(taken of my highschool friends in NZ and their babies) on Facebook and
want to cry. Most days I accept the fact that I have chosen a life in Japan and have to make the most of it. A few of my friends here in Japan will be having babies soon, so I guess I will have the chance to take a photo like this before too long!
Some days I think my Japanese (speaking) ability really sucks and curse myself for not studying more. Most days I seem to get by and even manage a few half decent conversations with people without too much trouble.
Some days I wish I could have an honest and open conversation with someone. Most days I feel the need to filter everything that comes out of my mouth (for fear of upsetting someone with my complaining, offending someone with my poor Japanese, or confusing someone by speaking English).
Most days I wonder if I am doing a good job raising Aiden. Some days (like today at his 4 month check up) I compare him to other babies and hear nice supportive words from the nurses to let me know that we are on the right track.
How about you? Are you having a nice Tuesday?