Category: Life

Dear Isaac,

Gosh we’re getting to spend some quality time together lately. There is no doubt about the fact that I find you simply delicious and could kiss you all day.

However.

If you’re smiling and not sleeping at 4am, then I’m probably not in the right mood to appreciate your deliciousness. If you are still smiling and not sleeping 2.5 hours later at 6.30am, then I’m really in no mood for baby softness.

You know what happens shortly after 6.30? Your sister wakes up.

And sure, I could sleep while she plays in our child-proof house (child-proof in the sense that nothing can kill her. Not in the sense that she can kill nothing), but last time I did that things went terribly horribly badly wrong. So wrong in fact that I haven’t blogged about it yet because it was that bad.

(And because I’m hoping that Canon might just cover my camera, despite what Amy did to it being non-warranty covered damage. It may have involved my precious love of my life camera, a bored 2yo, a mother who fell asleep breastfeeding, a container and some water. It. Was. Bad.)

So baby boy, it’s now 11.26pm and on a regular night, you would have been asleep 3 hours ago. Funny how kids like to save up all their sleeplessness in order to wear down their parents. If you weren’t such a sunny child, I would suspect that you and Amy are plotting together.

Instead of being asleep properly though, you are cat napping. I know I have said this before, but cat naps are for cats. Not for babies. Stop it.

Waking up 20 minutes after you fall asleep screaming like a banshee is not good for me sweetheart. It makes Mummy tired. When Mummy gets too tired Mummy can’t sleep because Mummy vomits all night. Which in turn makes everything worse.

Worse than that though? If I get too tired, I cannot play fun games like aeroplanes, or bouncing, or tickle the baby, because I am just too tired. Then you get bored and you cry and I cry and it’s just a vicious cycle.

So really, wouldn’t it be easier to just fall asleep already for me? Like, right now?

Please?

I love you, even when you don’t sleep.

-Mummy.

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We’re both snuggled up in bed together at the moment. I’m playing on my laptop and Isaac is next to me in his three sided cot looking at the wall, playing with his hands and making noises. Sleep? Hahahaha.

Maybe later.

I think it’s The Revolution all over again. Sleep is for the weak.

… and headaches.

Orgasms.

You’re welcome.

…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.

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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