Bleary eyed and sleep deprived.

Motherhood is not the way Kim Kardashian portrays it.

It's messy and fills your days with sleep deprivation. 

Some days I remember to have my bath by 11pm at night when my baby had finally allowed himself to sleep. 

Sometimes I gather the courage and I get up from the couch and manoeuvre my way through the land mine of different varieties, shapes and sizes of toys littered around the sitting room and make my way to the bathroom, stripping down as I go.

I stumble into the shower and turn the heater knob to hot and close my eyes already anticipating the decadence of having a few minutes to myself in the shower.

The jet spray hits my back and slush down my body. I sigh a relief and throw back my head. I run my hands over my face and reach for the soap. After I rub the soap, over my arms and face, or slips out of my hands and drop a to the floor.

I groan and for five miserly seconds contemplate picking it up but I give up before I decide and make do with what is on my body.

I scrub and rinse myself off. Step out of the shower smelling like vanilla and roses and. It is while I am  appling my lotion that I remember I have not brushed my teeth since morning.

Oh well!

I murmur of and resume my skin therapy. Half way through the dress up the bed is calling me, has been since I came from the shower. So I move towards it, get under the covers and seccumb to the exhaustion that had been eating at me since the day began.

As I am finally drifting to sleep, I hear the wail piercing cry from my baby waking up for-what I don't know and instantly, sleep disappears from my eyes and I come awake fully, simultaneously jumping out of the bed and feeling blindly with my feet to locate the flip flops beside the bed. 

Every grand idea of sleep and rest evaporate from my head like smoke drifting away...