Sleepless Nights

Category: Life

  • Remembrance Day

    Lest We Forget

  • Things You Find In Random Places…

    Like in the search members section of NaBloPoMo, where I found this.

    Now I know that it is meant to be Salt Lake, Utah; but seriously, hasn’t someone noticed this kind of thing before? And I really don’t think that the comma in the middle fixes it, or makes it better in any way.

    And more to the point, if a good Samaritan (me) left you a comment letting you know that Sweetie, you really need to add some letters to your location because at this point in time, it looks REALLY BAD, don’t you think you would change it?

    (Note: She hasn’t changed it, nor did she acknowledge my comment.)

    I did leave out her photo to protect her privacy though, because I’m nice like that.

    Poor girl.

    ****

    I think my laptop is possessed.

    It went from being a perfectly good, well behaved laptop, to randomly opening my disc drive at every opportunity.

    I’m typing away and click! Disc drive pops open.

    Plugging the computer into the power? Click!

    Sitting a good 3 feet awy from it, not touching it? Click!

    It must be hungry.

    Maybe I need to feed it a disc and see what happens.

    However, every time it happens, I can’t stop my imagination kicking into overdrive and imagining my laptop trying to eat my fingers with the dvd tray.

    Laptops don’t like blood, right?

    Right?

    ****

    Oh and just to add to the things in random places, I found a sippy cup full of milk in my underwear drawer, a half eaten apple (not mine) under my pillow, 3 books (also not mine), a blanket, a teddy and a pen in my bed.

    Toddlers!

  • Look! Look!

    Okay, here I am showing my total Mummy blogger roots.

    Hey Lotus? Look! Look what is sitting in the middle of my lounge room!

    Look!

    Okay, so yes, I am very excited that we bought a Dyson today. We have been saving all our gold coins for a while for ‘just in case’ money. Yesterday, we saw Dysons on special. Today we cashed all our gold coins and bought a Dyson.

    And Oh My Freaking God can these things suck! Vacuuming is no longer an easy job – no, now I worry that the vacuum might just pull the carpet off the floor with the power of it’s suction.

    My floors look so much better, simply for one vacuum with this thing.

    It’s so good, you can suck flies out of the air with it.

    (Thankyou Nathan for proving that to me today.)

    After vacuuming with this, I can totally see how people end up in Emergency with vacuum cleaner related injuries. Trust me, I do not think it would be a good idea to stick your penis in a Dyson.

    A slightly clogged Hoover? Maybe.

    But not a Dyson. Just don’t do it.

    Dyson: Use it on your floors; not on yourself.

  • Pleading Insanity

    So I wasn’t going to join NaBloMeHo this year. I had no intention of blogging every day in November, because hell, it’s hard enough to blog every second day at the moment.

    And then I realised. I don’t have to join NaBlo.

    I am STILL a member.

    So I clicked over and had a look around all the stuff I had left undone from last year (old blog address: check! old feed address showing someone else’s feed: check! outdated photos and about me: check) and started updating things, you know, just in case.

    Then I thought about it some more. Sure I don’t think I could blog here every day for a month. Not unless you all want to be bored to tears of me. But I could blog over at my food blog every day for a month.

    Seriously, how hard can a month’s worth of recipes be? I have THOUSANDS of recipes in my head that I adore, picking 30 to share throughout November can’t be that hard, right?

    So, I will be here about as regularly as I ever am with the normal stuff, but you will also be able to find me over at my food blog every day in November.

    Sure, there isn’t much up there at the moment and don’t expect me to post anything until Saturday, but at least there I’m not going to bore you all to tears!

    Oh and somehow the code for the NaBloMeHo badge refuses to work for me. You can find me HERE if you are participating too.

    Add me as a friend (if they ever get the add friend thing fixed), stalk me, leave me silly comments, whatever you like. Hehe.

  • Pokey feet, strange weather and spiders

    So since the last lot of stress, everything seems to be going fine. The little one is kicking like a trooper (read: it hurts like a mo’fo at times) I am getting progressively fatter by the day (sort of maybe, I’m not sure) and things are happening the way they should (ie: I am not having my baby yet).

    On the subject of getting progressively fatter, here’s the thing: I don’t really feel that much bigger than I was a fortnight ago. Actually, I don’t feel any bigger. I know from my last appointment that I was measuring small (nearly a month behind where my uterus should be).

    I’m not that fussed about it considering I measured small with Amy during the entire pregnancy – I went and found my antenatal records for her pregnancy and I measured anywhere between 1 and 6 weeks behind at any given appointment – so I think that this pregnancy is probably going to follow in the same vein.

    I can tell you that the baby is DEFINTELY getting bigger if his pokiness is anything to go by. Naughty poky baby.

    He is grounded by the way. No ice cream, chocolate or lollies for him for a year after he arrives. Not to mention he won’t be allowed out to party with his friends or given access to the car keys either.

    And anyway the less chocolate my children eat the more there is for me.

    *****

    It’s hot.

    October is not meant to be a hot month. Warm, yes, but not hot. Not 30C hot (that is 86F for all you Americans. Seriously, when are you going to convert to the metric system like civilised people?)

    I’m quite pleased though, for all the heat that we put up with yesterday, my ankles didn’t swell even a little. So proud. Who knew that one could be proud of her ankles? But I am. No water retention over here.

    Now watch Murphy shoot me down in flames and make me swell like a balloon for the next 12 weeks.

    Heh.

    Amy has done quite well with the heat. Helps that she is only 2 and can run around naked without anyone looking at her oddly (although, I wonder would Nathan have a problem if I adopted Amy’s approach? Maybe the belly would mess with the aesthetics of it though…).

    She has discovered the joys of icypoles. Unfortunately she is finicky as hell and hates being sticky. 2yo + icypoles + heat = lots of sticky water and an incredibly pissed toddler.

    ‘Wash HANDS mummy! Wash HANDS NOW please?’

    ‘Baff time? Yes? Now? Please baff time? Need baff Mummy!’ (Bath)

    ‘Need novver one? Can haff novver one please?’

    Sigh.

    *****

    Signs I am not having enough sex:

    I found a spider lurking in my cleavage. Thank god he was only small. Now I’m thinking though, it’s been much too long since Nat and I ‘got it together’ if I’m finding spiders in my boobs. What’s next, cobwebs in my underwear?

    Seriously though, it’s been WEEKS, possibly even MONTHS. We made the executive decision to not have sex after the first scare with the baby (but hadn’t gotten around to it for weeks before that anyway). Recurrent issues have shown us that we did indeed make the right choice. The last thing my cervix needs is any kind of bumping.

    However, I’m thinking that our decision might just kill us in the long run. Sure there are plenty of other things we could do, none of which involve my cervix, but seriously, creativity is not my strong point when I am pregnant.

    And then there is the whole reciprocating thing. Sigh.

    It’s all just too much work you know?

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    Oh yes, I am working on a birth plan to share with everyone eventually and I will get Nathan to take a belly shot soonish to share too. Okay?