Well ladies, I survived! My first week of work is now over and I am looking forward to spending tomorrow with my baby on my day off.
Although the week has been OK, my feet haven't really touched the ground. It went a bit like this:
6.30am - DS wakes up and has a breast feed in bed with us in the hope that he will go back to sleep and we will get a few exta minutes (which does not happen)
7.00am - I get up and get DS changed and dressed and ready for the day,then he plays while I get ready. I put washing in machine on timer. DS has been sick on clothes, or has dirty nappy, so have to get him changed and dressed again.
7.45am - DS and I play together for a bit
8.00am - we leave for nursery and arrive at 8.15. All the staff seem to love him there. I havent worked out whether they say that about all the babies.
8.30am -I arrive at work and talk about/think about /look at picture of DS on my desk whilst i should be doing other things
5.00pm- I leave work and really look forward to doing the nursery pick-up and finding DS eager to see me, only to find him asleep when I get there
5.30-7.00pm - play / feed /bath / story /bed for DS
7.00pm-9.00pm -Cook dinner /eat dinner /wash up / wash bottles and get formula ready for next day/ get washing out of machine /ironing /generally tidy up
9.00pm -Sit down with DH and wonder where all the time went!
10.00pm- Collapse into bed!

Dont think that I can keep up this pace for long, but I hope it will get easier with time.
Bye for now!