Wednesday 10 September 2014

Never make plans.

It has always baffled me how these clean, well dressed mothers, with 2 or more children, can leave the house during the day. They can get things done. All the while, looking composed and organised.

I wonder Do they drug their children? Why aren't the small ones crying uncontrollably? What's her secret?

It amazes me. With one. Yes, just one child, I am trapped. I'm here in the house, awaiting his mood to shift. His eyes open and a smile to appear. Good luck with that.

Life revolves around sleep.

I am pretty sure that it's a newbie thing. Us first time Mums, we think the sky will fall if the kid doesn't have his nap. That we couldn't possibly hold him out any longer, or his scream will shatter all the windows of the local shops.

In actual fact... we're the only ones who are bothered by this. It's really quite reasonable to consider, that if we left the house, the child may not lose his shit. The child might be fine...and if he's not.

No-one else cares.

So, right now I'm annoyed. 
I had plans. I had a whole day of organised activities to complete. 

- Gym.
- Fruit shop.
- Birthday party


Due to small, cranky human, falling asleep, right when I want to leave!

STUCK

*grumble grumble grumble*

Ok, maybe I'm feeling a bit sick, sad and sorry for myself. That's probably not helping.

Anyone else stuck at home on this sunny Spring day?
 

 

Wordless Wednesday - Snowtime, family fun.

The view
Wake up, Daddy!

Off for a bush walk.
Tobogganing with Mummy.

My first encounter with snow.



Linking up with
My Little Drummer Boys

Tuesday 9 September 2014

Two week diary of a Mother.

Moved house. Cried over so many kind people helping. Overwhelming.

Cried about mess, boxes, rubbish and clothes everywhere.

Giggled with glee over new house. All the pretty. All the space.

Fought with husband. 'Cause I could.

Spent days/weeks, looking for important, yet
  hard to find items in garage.

Had silent fight with previous landlord over petty cleaning and curtain replacement.

Lost my tiny Pomeranian doggy. For almost an hour.

Cried again.


Got her back.

Cried some more.

Worked a couple of times.

Fought with husband again.

Visitors came.

Cleaned.
Full nights of sleep - 2.

Clothing changes -  Me: 20 Eli:35

Drink bottles broken - 2.

Bruises - 10

Tantrums - Me: 75 Eli: 20 Marty: 10

Nose bleeds - 5

Deep bubble baths - 2


It's an understatement for me to say that I have been stressed out this past fortnight.

Then, I looked at this cheeky face. It fixes all the worries, all the time.

Time to breathe and stay in the moment. 

All the rest can wait.









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