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T is for Tuesday and Tired. {And Tatum, as in Channing.}

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Finally a beautiful, warm and more importantly, dry day here on the coast. Smushy is currently playing in her sand pit totally nude. Just go with it I say. The rain was non stop and the end of my tether had been reached. The house felt damp and sticky and both kids have been sick. Smushy had her 4th ear infection since December last week, and after seeing the ENT on Wednesday we got the orders for grommets in and adenoids out. I am so relieved. Not only because this will mean the end of persistent, painful ear infections, and constant anti biotics but also for her hearing and of course, speech. Smushy has an extensive vocabulary, but her clarity isn’t good and she often becomes frustrated and difficult as a result. She can also be quite clumsy. The ENT assures us all this will literally disappear or remarkably improve almost straight away. I am excited for her. Luckily we were able to get a spot next Tuesday as someone had cancelled. Looks like we’ll be hitting the Medicare threshold again this year.

Squishy has also been sick. He sounds like a seal when he coughs and is as cranky as a bear with a sore head. (His head probably is sore to be honest.) His sleeping is pretty shithouse too; and our nice routine has gone to hell. I have suitcases under my eyes. Dr says it’s viral and to ride it out with lots of feeds and panadol. Which really means, bugger off and stop trying to add to Australia’s immunity to anti biotics. Awesome.

I’m exhausted. Even in our routine I’m still feeding at 10/11pm and anywhere between 2-4am. This last week has been every couple of hours. Smush wakes at 5.30 and it all begins again. My energy levels are zip. No motivation to exercise. The only good thing I’m doing is drinking my fresh juices. Alongside 2 cups of coffee and 3-6 Diet Cokes a day. I know, I know. I’m terrible. But how else do you get energy? You can’t replace sleep; all you can do is wire yourself awake. I’m not 100% sure, but I think I might be a bit depressed. Not full ball, just flatter than flat. I’ve no reason to be really. My life is extremely good and I have no right to complain but if my mood were a day; it would be Monday; possibly Sunday night.

I’d like to know what other Mama’s do for energy when they’re not getting a load of sleep. I’ve always gone to the caffeine crux but it’s not working for me. What about those mysterious Vitamin B injections? Iron tablets? Don’t say sugar; for the love of God please don’t say sugar.

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May the force be with you…

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I have decided to make May my bitch. You know how some people take a few hours to warm up of a morning? I’m like that with years. It’s taken me 4 months to get a handle on 2015. And let’s face it, I have a pretty decent excuse for living in a cluster fuck vacuum up until this point. Hello new baby. Hello toddler and new baby. Goodbye Sleep. Goodbye Brain. However despite waking twice a night still, we’re all more settled into a routine and the sleep dep is my new normal again. I do know, that this too shall pass and at some point Squishy will sleep through just like his sister eventually did. Luckily we have a great day routine going and I know what to expect overnight. Order has somewhat returned. Somewhat.

Which brings me to the whole toddler and baby combo. Damn son. It’s a pretty rough pairing; or at least I’m finding it so. It’s guilt over not paying the second the same attention that the first got. Addison had a bathing routine; Phoenix gets a wash. Addison had scheduled tummy time complete with music; Phoenix gets chucked on the mat whilst Peppa Pig rages on in the background and Addison screams because I brushed her hair. It’s trying to meet both kid’s vastly different needs simultaneously whilst juggling the toddler’s jealously of the new sibling and their ability to turn into the devil at any moment. I’m not going to lie, there have been a few occurrences lately where I had to abort outings early due to Smushy’s less than pleasant behaviour. And believe me, I don’t take going out lightly. Us getting to the car takes 30 minutes of prep. At least. Then getting them both into the car is another shall we say, event. I’m exhausted before we even leave. So when she flips the switch in public, I gotta bounce. You know when I had Addison I thought it was the hardest thing I had ever entered in to, just navigating life with a baby I mean. But now? With two? Wow. That’s all I have to say. Perspective hey?

(Maybe I’ll have another one. Surely a third would just slip right in at this point. Would hardly notice I reckon. And if it’s a girl I can call her Piper. DIBS.)

Some days I think I’m winning at parenting and everyone is happy. Exhausted, but happy. Then other days I have to hide in the pantry and shove biscuits in my gob just to stop from screaming. It’s a balance. But I wouldn’t change it.

So May? Yeah May. I’m going to sort myself out. I’m starting to conquer the sugar and I feel better for it. I’m upping my exercise too. I’m building my Bunting business up again and even thinking of branching out into sewing some funky bibs for bubs. I’m loving blogging again and I feel like a breath of fresh air is slowly blowing into my life. Like I said, it just takes me a few months to warm up; to wake up. And I’m definitely awake these days.

Happy Friday!

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Less than Stellar.

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Well. Last week was less than stellar. We got hammered by the aptly named storm of the century; lost power for an extended period, lost everything in our fridge and freezer, the kitchen roof started leaking, the Guinea Pigs had to come inside and to top it off I ended up with a raging case of nipple thrush from b’feeding. Yep. Good times. (I suggest you don’t Google images nipple thrush. Just take my word for it, they only show the worst cases and you might die a little inside.)

Still, many people were far worse off and I’m thankful that we and the house came through it largely unscathed. It was however, wet, freezing and scary for all of us. I was so grateful when we were able to escape to my parent’s place for light, warmth and a working freezer for the salvaged bolognaise I’d just made and the expressed liquid gold.  I also hope Smushy appreciates the fact that I carried two terrified and scratchy guinea pigs from inside the house to the garage in the freezing, pelting rain and cyclonic winds whilst wearing a nightie and thongs. (I couldn’t leave the poor buggers in the house any longer or they were going to die from a heart attack thanks to Smushy maniacally running up to them and yelling, ‘NIBBLES! NOODLES! IN THE BATH!’)

I had such plans for last week too. Having no electricity really messes your world up. Every time I thought of something to do, I felt like whacking myself, because of course it required power. Derrrrrr. And when my phone conked out and the home phone was down it was scary to be so cut off. Bless Spouse who came racing home early on the worst day of it, carrying $50 worth of torches from Bunnings and emergency Maccas. In his words, ‘I know you’re on a diet, but desperate times call for desperate measures.’ I was relieved he arrived before night fell and the wind really picked up, especially since I’d watched Insidious a few days before and was not coping with that. Things weren’t as bad as when I watched The Conjuring and called the police because I thought there was someone in the house who was going to come to the bedroom and clap in my ear. (It was Spouse getting up to have a drink.) Anyway I may have been teetering on the edge of freaking out that the ghosties were going to get me in the dark, so when he walked in I was massively relieved.

I don’t have Spouse home during the week for the manic pre bedtime routine as he arrives home conveniently once it’s all done. I’m a commuter widow 5 nights a week, so having him home early is lovely, even if it was because of the storm of the century.

I’ve spent every day since, enjoying the magical delights of electricity. TV, heater, phone charged, fridge, coffee machine, my NEW JUICER….all good. I’ve also enjoyed having the guinea pig back in their cage and not pooing in my bath. And yeah, the nipple thrush has cleared. Happy days.

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