I have 3 followers on this blog. That is poor by anyones standards. And I know 2 of you live in the same household. I know from emails that lots of you are reading again now. Come on, its lonely sometimes in mummyland so add yourself on, only I know who is a follower so you you don't have to let anyone else know you are a sad blog reader. Not half as bad as being as sad blog writer I promise.
On Sunday 30th Jan we go down my mums for Christmas lunch.but we have leg of lamb instead. Believe it or not I haven't been to my mums house since November even though she only lives down the road. Its just that since getting home I haven't had the chance to get down there - my weeks have been quite busy and half the time its been pissing with rain or freezing cold so I have done the school run and scurried home. Anyway we eat a 3 course lunch and I drink 2 glasses of wine....small ones admittedly but I havent had any of the old vino for months.....lovely. No Christmas pudding either but a lovely homemade trifle instead. Alex is totally unaware that he is at Nanny and Grandads house and spends the entire time in his pram asleep. I warn DH not to guzzle too much alcohol and then spend the afternoon snoring on the sofa. He does have a few drinks but manages to stay awake.....
On the 1st Feb its our Wedding Anniversary - 9 years ago today. Having baby brain I hadn't actually remembered about getting a card until yesterday so I had to get Londis's finest offering and a small box of choc to keep him happy. As I am taking the two kids to a friends after school today DH is tasked with collecting a Tescos Finest dinner for 2 on his way home from work. We know how to live life in the fast lane in this house. He comes up trumps with the meal and a nice card but is sorry to tell me Tesco's don't do flowers anymore so I will have to go without. Who says romance isn't dead eh? I can't help but point out that the flower section is near the fruit and veg where it has been for about the last 20 years but never mind the food is more important. And of course the only place that sells flowers is of course Tescos? (Hmmm) I don't feel quite so bad about my hastily purchased crappy corner shop card now. All that said though we have quite a relaxed evening, DD is sparko by 7.30pm as usual and Alex behaves himself too.
On the 2nd Feb the doorbell goes at lunchtime. I open the door and DH is standing there with a very respectable flower bouquet !!!! Turns out they do sell flowers in places called flower shops very close to where he works. He is forgiven ( not that I was holding it against him anyway ) but nothing wrong with laying on a bit of guilt to prompt him to redeem himself. He spent his lunchbreak getting the flowers and driving home to give them to me and then get back to work within an hour. I am impressed.
The sleep deprivation isn't too bad. I am making sure I get a quick nap on the sofa when Alex sleeps. Its not possible every day but it definately helps recharge my batteries. When DD was a baby I spent all my time when she was asleep trying to tidy up and cook meals, load the washing machine etc etc. I was exhausted and as a result didn't always enjoy her baby days that much if I am honest. Now I am listening to what everyone tells you to do - sleep when the baby sleeps. My house hasn't fallen down and the world hasn't ended because I don't have an empty washing basket. And yes there might be cheerios all over the dining room carpet but it saves feeding the cat. I have learnt to not stress too much about making my days 'exciting ' by doing lots of baby activities and getting out lots either. I am quite happy to sit feeding and cuddling my boy for hours, so long as I have the sky+ controller in my hand. I am still addicted to Deal or no Deal (someone told me last week that Noel and Alex share their birthday) and am loving Big Fat Gypsy Weddings and Embarrassing Bodies. I cannot stand Wanted Down Under - makes me want want to punch the TV - or other crap daytime monstrosities like Bargain Hunt etc. This makes me sound like a total slob actually but my maternity leave will be over before I know it and I'll be back at work. There has to be some reward for being up several times in the night......
I nearly wear myself out though on Thursday as I have two outings in one day. No lazing about for me today. I go to see my Eye Consultant in the morning. Just a check up really as haven't been for a few weeks. Its a bit of a mission to get there with me showered and Alex changed and fed. Parking is a nightmare but I get to the clinic for about 10am and I am seen straight away. She is very pleased to meet Alex at last - of course she had seen me a lot during my hospital stay when he was a bump. One of the nurses comes in too that I know quite well and she says how are you doing them and points at my bump. But the bump is gone so |I point at the car seat and she shouts out at the realisation that he has finally arrived ( have had many visits to the eye clinic and eye casualty in early pregnancy - another story) and she looked after me quite a lot then. He gets a lot of fuss anyway. My eyes are okay for now even though my vision is not perfect the Consultant reckons they will settle down when my hormones do, after I stop breastfeeding. Anyway I can read the charts no problem so no worries for now. I go out to the carpark and I can see my old bedroom window over the wall in Robert Watson Ward. Glad to be this side of the wall now but I do crane my neck to see if I can see any midwives I know through the windows.
In the afternoon I go to baby massage again. Its very relaxing although Alex is a bit unsettled cos he hasn't had a poo for 3 days and he is suffering I think. Sorry TMI, but baby constipation is no fun because sooner or later its got to come out somehow. More on this later. The teacher is lovely but has some funny ideas. Such as asking the babys permission to start the massage. And saying thank you to the baby when the massage is done. Surely he should be saying thank you to me? If he could speak that is. Then she puts the kettle on. Cake this week is Victoria Sandwich - yum.
On Friday evening we are hit by the poo explosion. I am changing him and then his face goes bright red and the nappy is full. No problem, I clean him up then look away to get a new nappy for a millisecond. Then I hear what I can only describe what sounds like a giant whoopie cushion and the biggest projectile poo comes shooting out and hits the wall and is dripping everywhere. It doesnt stop and its shooting over and beyond the new nappy, all up my arms, everywhere. I NEED HELP I shout.... DH and DD are in the bathroom as its her bedtime so they come running in. 'Mummy thats disgusting' she says. She's not wrong. Another week as a slummy mummy done, roll on the weekend.
See you next week
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