Life

…write a blog post with 2 children, a partner and a dog all at home bothering you.

Find some time to sit down with your laptop. Try and ignore the steadily increasing pile of clean washing that needs folding and look dead ahead at your screen.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Settle Isaac down for a nap under his activity gym, because if he isn’t complaining about laying under there, why rock the boat?

Feed Amy lunch.

Send partner outside to have a damn smoke already and stop looking at me like that, I swear I’ll help with the housework in just a minute and seriously dude, you’re not working anymore, what’s with all the martyrdom?

Close laptop lid and resettle Isaac because Amy nearly fell on him just as his eyes closed.

Wonder why on earth you never thought of settling him under the activity gym before. Wonder if it would work all night. Wonder if we need a mobile for his cot.

Lament the fact that Isaac likes falling asleep with the blankets over his head. Wonder if you will ever stop panicking when you wake at 2am and can only see a lump of blankets next to you instead of a nicely sleeping infant’s head.

Give Isaac back his dummy.

Lather, rinse, repeat for the next 10 minutes. Start to wonder if 10 minutes ‘rest’ is actually enough for him.

Close laptop lid and get up to check on dinner. Get distracted while you are there and make yourself a cup of tea. Get distracted once the tea is made and forget to drink it.

Come back inside with a grubby toddler in tow and remember your tea. Also your blog post.

Sigh.

Open laptop again.

Think of a topic. Something deep. Something humorous. Something fun.

Give up because one of the children needs a nappy change. Curse toilet training regression. We were NEARLY there and now, nothing.

Sigh.

Close laptop lid and check dinner again. Not cooked yet. Thank god you remembered to put it on to cook early enough.

Have partner cover you in random couch cushions. Wish that the kids weren’t awake so you could turn it into some sort of game and make it fun at least.

Remember that blog post you started an hour ago? Still sitting there. Get distracted checking your reader and trying to comment on blogs. Give up commenting and just read. [Hi guys]

Wonder if showering alone is actually counted as alone time. If so, that sucks.

Resettle tired baby. 30 second cat naps appear to be his forte. Curse the genetics that gave you non-sleeping children.

Try and write something while breastfeeding. Fail.

Give up entirely and write about your last few days of trying to write a blog post instead.

Press publish and try to ignore the fact that you suck.

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Amy awoke this morning to find a chocolate rabbit and an egg sitting on the mantlepiece.

‘OOOOOOOOH!’ She goes. ‘Chocowate!’

‘Look’s like the Easter Bunny came.’ I replied.

She looked at me strangely.

‘Because it’s Easter, the Easter Bunny comes and brings chocolate eggs.’

[Yeah, try explaining THAT logic to a 2yo]

‘Maybe it’s Amy’s wabbit…’

‘Of course it’s Amy’s. The Easter Bunny brought it for you.’

‘Maybe Amy have the wabbit?’

‘You can have the rabbit.’

‘YAY! YIPPEEE! WOOHOOO! AMY’S WABBIT!!!’

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We received a parcel from Sharon in Western Australia yesterday. As soon as Amy saw the pink jumper Sharon had knitted, she immediately declared it a ‘Princess jumper!’. I think the jumper is going to be much liked. Isaac got a jumper too and it will fit him beautifully. Thankyou Sharon.

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We bought a Wii Fit the other day. It took me until Nathan and I played on  it to stop feeling guilty about spending the money.

However? It’s probably one of the best things I have bought. I feel so much better for doing the exercises each day.

And I mean, when everything is going to shit around you, the least you can do is exercise, right?

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Nan’s chemo is knocking her around pretty badly. She’s terribly sick with it and it’s so hard to watch because dammit, I just want to make it better. Or easier. Or something.

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Me: ‘Amy! Can yooooooou….. get Isaac’s dummy please?’

Amy: ‘Can yoooooooou…. get Amy ice-cream?’

I may possibly have been laughing too hard to respond. She didn’t get ice-cream. I didn’t get Isaac’s dummy.

Which, incidentally, he is taking very occasionally.

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Telling Isaac good morning first thing of a morning, gets me the biggest smiles. It’s like he hasn’t seen me all night.

One wonders who he thinks is feeding and resettling him all night.

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Amy: ‘MUMMY! LOOK! A MOUSE!’

[Yes, she does talk in ALL CAPS and with exclamation marks]

Me: ‘Where?!’

Amy: ‘Dere! Dere! LOOK!’

Me: ‘Amy? Sweetie? That’s fluff.’

Amy: ‘Yes! A fluffy mouse!’

And here? I laughed so hard I cried.

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Nathan hurt his back today. Twisted the wrong way and now can’t move at all. Which would be fine, was he not stuck flat on his back in the middle of the loungeroom floor. Anyway, we were talking about his pain and Amy…

Amy: ‘Daddy! Oh no! My back hurts Daddy!’

Nat: ‘Does it?’

Amy: ‘And my legs. Amy’s legs hurt. Oh no!’

Nat: ‘Really?’

[Amy flopped to ground and proceeded to flop around like a fish]

Amy: ‘Yes Daddy. Amy’s backs really hurts.’

We cracked up.

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