Sleepless Nights

Month: May 2010

  • So, mothers day. What a fuck up.

    Mothers Day.

    I was meant to sleep in, be woken nicely by a cup of tea and snuggly children, before enjoying a lovely relaxing day.

    That however, was not what happened.

    Amy woke up and I got up with her, to grab her breakfast before diving back into bed and prodding Nathan awake. After Amy had come to bed too and stuck her hideously cold feet on my stomach, I was more awake than asleep. Isaac woke up shortly afterwards and despite kicking Nathan out of bed to deal with the kidlets, I was soundly awake.

    Seven also spent a good deal of time barking outside my bedroom window.

    So I sucked it up. I got up and had a cup of tea sitting outside with Nathan. I probably should have realised then that Susie wasn’t about when I didn’t have to fend off muddy puppy paws and LOVELOVELOVELOVE. Heh.

    I showered, interrupted lots by my small children, before getting dressed and realising Nathan wasn’t about.

    I didn’t think anything of it until he came inside looking shaken.

    Someone had hit Susie with their car. Stopped to move her off the road, and yet, they hadn’t bothered coming to knock on the door to let us know.

    You know, whoever you are? Thanks for that.

    Now, it’s not like I live in the suburbs. There are 2 houses within a 500m radius and we’re right next to each other. And Susie was hit right outside our house.

    Sigh.

    From the look of her, she died instantly and for that, I’m grateful.

    Needless to say, I wasn’t expecting to spend mothers day morning watching Nathan dig a grave for my dog.

    We went out shopping anyway, grumpy as we were, vowing to kick people in the shins if we got a chance (we didn’t).

    That was a crap shoot too. Insane drivers – a P plater who was more interested in talking to her friend than staying within the road lines, a HUGE SALE that was more a bunch of junk thrown into bins and priced and two children determinded to disappear in different directions. We won’t mention the many and varied dislocations. My ribs, I think they’ve forgotten what their purpose is in life. No longer are they a protect the lungs and heart cage of bone, instead they’re a slidey held together by chewing gum bundle of pokey bits.

    After we’d found both Sushi places closed (what? I wanted sushi for lunch), we gave up and went to McDonalds. At least we know their chips are GF for Amy. It wasn’t even pleasant to have burgers, which are normally a pretty large treat.

    I finally convinced Nathan to take me driving through the Derwent Valley, so that I could take some photos, only to discover a few minutes down the road that I’d left my SD card at home, so photos weren’t on the plan after all.

    Sigh.

    Fucked up day.

    After finding Susie dead, the rest of the day didn’t really have a chance did it?

    Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.

    Susie

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    Other news, installment #2 of my Welcome to the Interwebs series is up on the other blog. You should read it.

  • The Awesome Power of the Internets

    Remember waaaay back on April Fools Day, I mentioned that Sleepless Nights had gotten a sponsorship from Ferrero Rocher? April fools joke, definitely.

    However, a knock on the door yesterday morning revealed my postman, trying desperately to not get licked to death by Susie. It seems, SOMEONE heard my plea for a ferrero sponsorship and sent me a box full of them.

    So, like I promised, her button is now up on my sidebar and she is an official sponsor.

    As for me, I’ll just be here, like normal, only now, I’ll be filled with velvety chocolate goodness.

    Thankyou Kristin, the internet is an awesome place to live nowadays.

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    Kristin’s button goes up and joins Warsaw Mommy who is also sponsoring me. If you’d like to be a sponsor and get random shoutouts here, then send me an email and we’ll talk. Write. Whatever. Something. Prices are good, promise.

  • Presents! For Amy! (There was much excitement)

    This post is sponsored by Nuffnang.

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    Toys are the bane of my life. No matter how many time I pick them up, they end up all over the floor again as soon as I turn my back. Not to mention that I am fairly sure they are breeding in the bottom of the toy box while I sleep.

    Every few months I go through the kids rooms and toys and freecycle a bunch of them. However, there are some toys I can’t bring myself to Freecycle and funnily enough, these seem to be the expensive, better quality toys the children are gifted with at Christmas.

    We’re not going to talk about the growing pile of stuffed toys that Amy has that I can’t bring myself to pass along to other children.

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    Amy is obsessed by the mail. It might be because we’ve got some lovely friends in the internet who send me things like chocolate, or because I buy a lot of books online, but there is nothing Amy likes more than checking the mail, hoping for packages.

    She was a teensy bit disappointed when the other day, she checked the mail and instead of a letter, we got a red post office slip letting us know we had to go and collect a package.

    A few hours and a few tantrums later – she’s been a bit difficult lately – we were on our way to the post office, collecting a package from Nuffnang and Mattel. Of course, I didn’t let her open it until we were home again, and she’d helped me clean up all the other toys strewn about the house.

    Excitement ensued when she saw what was inside.

    TOYS! MUM! THERE ARE TOYS! PRESENTS FOR AMY! TOYS!

    Rather excited.

    Mattel rather nicely, sent me some vehicles from the Little People Vehicle range and I’m not sure the kids have stopped playing with them yet.

    Despite the packaging taking a while to open, with excited kidlets bouncing around me the whole time, I am so pleased with these toys. They are tough and the little people are soft enough that I’m not worried about the children hurting themselves on the edges. These definitely aren’t toys that I will want to get rid of.

    Both vehicles, we’ve got a school bus and a tractor, sing. Isaac spends a lot of time pressing the person to make the car sing and then dancing. It’s rather cute.

    All around, I love Fisher Price stuff and always have, so I’m not really a hard sell – and anything that comes in the post and is for the children is going to win them over instantly. Isaac incidentally is still crawling around with the cow in his hand, so I think they’ve won him over.

    Now, I’ve just got to referee when they decide that they both need the school bus or they are going to die.


    And you know, that’s always fun.