Breaking up is hard to do...

Forgive me readers for I have sinned, it's been a week since my last post. I know you will have been missing my witty banter and motivational morsels. It's been a tough seven days. I've been experiencing a very emotional and very sad break up.

We've been together an eternity and it happened so quickly. One minute everything was perfect and dependable. The mere thought of spending time together was bliss. As the hours, minutes and seconds counted down until we met, my shoulders would soften, my pace would slow and my heart would beat with anticipation.

We started out so well. All we needed was a dark room and a soft mattress  or the car, or a shady spot under a tree. We spent hours together. Nights would pass by in a blink and mornings would be met with a certain sadness as we said goodbye. Our late teens and early 20's saw the peak of our love. We would spend hours together, missing half of the day, emerging from the sanctuary of my bedroom with ruffled hair.

Over time we hit the same bumps in the road that all couples jostle over. Other vices crept in and did their best to steer us away from our time together; there were the years spent in nightclubs until early hours of the morning, seasons of early morning exercise and sports seeing me creep out of our room and out into the crisp morning air and recently, the arrival of the Hedgehog.

I had been warned, everyone told me that a baby could make or break a relationship. I would always listen intently to advice while smugly thinking, "not us, nothing could break us". Arriving home from hospital with a shiny new baby marked a definitive change, I guess you could say it was the beginning of the end. Nothing would be the same.

We tried to cling to one another, grasping at every second of goodness. Nestling back into the warmth of the bed feeling like nothing could tear us apart. If only it were that simple.

The realisation of the end finally hit me last night. It was 10:38pm. I had been fighting and fighting against accepting what was to come. It only took 1 hour and 43 minutes of battling against defeat for the death knell to make its final call.

I crawled out of bed this morning with the all too common symptoms of a break up - red and puffy eyes, confusion, sadness and a deep melancholy over what I had lost.

What's next for us? Will we ever come back to one another? I don't know. All I can say is this, sleep - I miss you.

On that note, I am off to have my third cup of tea (in addition to one very large skinny latte). Yes, Caffeine is my rebound.

Love always,

Goodness & Gracious

Writers note: the Governor, the Hedgehog and I are currently visiting family and friends in Orange. The little Hedgehog has declared war on sleep and is fighting the good fight - all hours of the day and night. I have no doubt he will lose and sleep will return to our little family. Until then, it's tea and coffee with family and friends! Not a bad consolation prize. 

Incidentally, as I write this post, the Hedgehog is sleeping soundly. Ironic much?