These last few weeks have been tough. The baby has been suffering with a bout of eczema, which left me tired and grumpy after nursing him through endless broken nights in which he cried and scratched. His sleeplessness meant that my evenings have been whittled away, and with them, the precious quiet moments. I have sleepwalked through the hazy days.
Thankfully, the little one is feeling much better, and the long weekend has been a welcome chance to recuperate. On Saturday, my mister, the baby, and I left the bigger boys with their grandparents for the morning. After a visit to a friend, we went to see the Hockney exhibition at Dulwich Picture Gallery. In the hushed quiet of the gallery, we became absorbed in the prints and in our own thoughts. Afterwards, a coffee on the lawn and an uninterrupted conversation, whilst the baby happily people-watched. A morning of blossom and dappled shadows with my sweetheart and my smallest one: a welcome respite from the daily chaos.