Category: Life

Did you know that it is give away time again? No? I didn’t either until I was over at the lovely Witchypoo’s place reading.

Seems that I need to work out something to give away!

Because I am in Australia, how about I give you $25 via paypal? That way I don’t have to worry about the postage costs, or remembering to go to to the post office. Also, it means that everyone can enter no matter where you are. I’m nice like that.

To be eligible for the $25 (and yes, you HAVE to read this bit) I want to know what you would do if money was no object for you.

And I do mean, if money was NO object at all.

I will be very interested to hear what everyone has to say.

Now, I do know that some people have an objection to paypal, so if that is the case, I’m sure you and I could work something out. A starbucks gift card or an online gift voucher or something. I’m not phased, as long as it is all to the tune of $25AU.

Also, you can grab yourself a second entry (because who doesn’t need TWO chances at money!) by subscribing to my feed.

Everyone wants to know about my issues with Amy sleeping and how we can’t seem to fall pregnant for a second time. Hey, you can always unsubscribe if after a week you decide you hate me.

Right?

I will draw the winner Saturday using a random number generator to pick the winner. I will then get in touch with you via email, or you can check back here to see who won. I am going to draw it Saturday because of the time differences. I mean, you would hate to get here Friday your time zone, to find out that entries had closed.

Anyway, go on and leave me a comment about what you would spend unlimited amounts of money on.

You can find the list of participants here.

There I things I have found, that will help you get through a day when no one (except for my MUCH LOVED partner) has had any sleep.

First, you need a puppy. A puppy provides HOURS of toddler entertainment. Hug the puppy! Kiss the puppy! Strangle the puppy!

If you don’t want to be bothered overly by the running! and the chasing!, you need to de-tooth and de-claw the puppy. Just a heads up from one who knows.

[And yes, everything Amy and Seven do, does indeed require an! exclamation! mark! Suck it up]

Second, you need an ENTIRE pack of unopened colour pencils. Preferably cheap and crappy pencils because they will be well used after today.

Remember to provide paper with the pencils or you will be cleaning them off the walls. Also, if your child is still in nappies, remember to not let them play with pencils nappy-less. Amy? Pencils are not used for examining yourself, okay?

Thirdly, books. Books are good when you are feeling tired.

Fourth, a mattress. I laid on the couch while Amy jumped, snuggled and generally ran amok on the mattress. Bliss.

Things we used today that I don’t recommend.

A tub of butter. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I do these things so you don’t have to.

Okay, so I didn’t GIVE her the butter. She may possibly have climbed onto a chair, reached onto the bench and proceeded to find and eat the butter. With her fingers. Mmmmmm. All this while I was trying to read my book. When Amy went silent I knew she was into mischief.

A bunch of celery.

Who knew that a bunch of celery could be so much fun? Eat it, play tug of war with it, shred it, there are SO MANY things you can do with celery. Plus, it is much easier to clean up than mashed potatoes. And it was only going to be used for soup stock anyway.

A sock bag full of odd socks.

All our odd socks (and currently all our underwear, all out paired socks and everything else odds and ends like) are kept in a cloth bag until I can be bothered sorting them.

Socks are so much fun IF you tip the entire bag onto the dog while she is sleeping and then belly flop into the pile as well. Hours of entertainment.

Or at least 5 minutes.

Until I start to swear that the sog is going to be de-toothed and de-clawed because DAMMIT! there went another pair of my underwear.

If all else fails? Follow through with your plan to visit grandparents.

‘Hi Nan!’ ‘Hi Mum!’

I may have been less than talkative, I may have been grumpy, but by god, there was someone else chasing Amy around. It did mean that her nap was an entire 8 minutes long and was taken in the car seat on the way home, but hey, someone else chased her and kept her out of trouble for me for a while.

Fantastic.

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I gave her a bottle of warm (unsweetened) chamomile tea to take to bed. Lets see if it helps for tonight. She did fall asleep pretty well, but then again she was completely wrecked.

As am I.

Good night.

It is midnight and here I sit, trying to craft a post that makes a small amount of sense.

I’m not too stressed about the lateness of the hour, seeing as how Amy screamed until 10.30pm. I figure that she has to regain the sleep SOMEWHERE and she may just sleep in for me.

Or not, you know, as she sees fit.

I maintain my lack of stressing about it, because GOD KNOWS Nathan has had enough sleep, he can play with her in the morning while I sleep.

Sleep is a sanity saver, dontchaknow?

Yes, I did just have to re read that entire first paragraph and remove unrelated words from it. I may just be a little bit ready for bed. Anyways.

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Seven vomited on the beanbag today. It was my fault for throwing some rather oily food outside where she could get at it.

Funny thing? I didn’t know she had vomited until I sat in it.

Yes, you read that right. Sat. In. It.

And even then, I assumed I was sitting on a babywipe.

(What, you don’t have random babywipes laying around your house, making the furniture soggy? Oh, um, me either.)

I didn’t realise it was vomit until I went to get out of the beanbag and put my hand right into the oily, stinking, cold mess.

Even though everything has been cleaned up (yes, even me) I swear I can still smell it.

*shudder*

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I have a whole post about our grey water and septic system and how whoever plumbed this house up WAS A FUCKING CRANK, but that can wait until tomorrow.

Needless to say, Nathan and I spent the afternoon digging holes, unblocking pipes and trying to understand how ANYONE would think that having a water pipe running uphill would actually work.

Ahem.

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Postscript.

I wrote this at midnight last night and set it to publish at 11.59pm. Unfortunately I didn’t check the date and it didn’t actually publish.

Amy woke at 3am and decided screaming was all the rage, even though I tried to persuade her otherwise. She wasn’t in any form of pain because Nurofen flatly refused to fix her.

She woke this morning at 7.30am, so I have had approximately NO sleep. Send help? Please?

I am going to fix the time stamp so it looks like it posted last night. Just because I can.

xx V

As of today, there will be no ADSL connected here.

Apparently, after waiting a month for Telstra to first check the line, then activate it for ADSL and then finally fix the faults on it (last count: 4 faults, each requiring about 4+ business days to be seen to) someone has pinched the port that our connection was supposed to be plugged into.

Pissed off is a pretty mild term.

APPARENTLY while Telstra was busy fucking around and twiddling it’s thumbs, they simply FORGOT that we were actually in the process of getting real live ADSL.

Maybe they thought that our telephone provider (who has been lovely and helpful throughout) were bugging them about errors simply because they could.

Who knows?

I do know that there is no longer the infrastructure at the exchange to support another ADSL connection and that there isn’t ‘the demand’ to upgrade their equipment.

Even though the infrastructure was available a week ago.

Bastards.

I am waiting to hear back from my providers customer support team, who will let me know what is going on and whether Telstra have changed their minds. (Uh yeah, not likely.)

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In other news, I’m feeling a little off colour. Not sure if it is partially the cystitis or if I am coming down with a cold, so please forgive me if I don’t get around to visit you for a day or so.

Yesterday I had an ultrasound to try and discover why I was bleeding so strangely.

(To new readers: I can’t find the post I already wrote about it, so the long and the short is – I got my period and then proceeded to bleed for 20+ days. I went on the pill for a month, got horribly depressed and sick, spotted anyway, came off the pill, felt better, bled for 17 days, went insane, had sex, bled more, got cramps, bled more and completely failed at falling pregnant.

BREATHE!)

SO!

I had an ultrasound that showed approximately NOTHING.

Oh, he saw what he thought was a polyp, but then after he did an internal ultrasound (Fun! Lets let a strange man stick a cold lubed wand up my snatch and try and stab me. THANKS.) he managed to dislodge the supposed polyp and therefore decided that it was indeed a small blood clot, which he warned me that I would probably pass later one.

No sign of it yet. Heh.

I am pleased that there is nothing ‘wrong’. However it leaves me with no reason for the excessive cramping after sex and just because my body wants to make me miserable.

I have to make an appointment with my GP and get a referral to a gyno. Then we see where we end up.

(Aside from laid back on a table with someone looking for gold while Nathan giggles at me.)

(Yes, he did indeed spend the whole ultrasound giggling at me. I have promised him that when he needs his prostate examined when he is older, I am going to sit and kick my legs, while giggling at him. Payback and all that.)

(Yes, I am a bitch sometimes. He loves me though.)

Next time, remind me to tell the sonographer that I am allergic to latex. 30 seconds of my time and theirs required to change the condom, will save me from multitudes of discomfort.

Why yes! I am allergic to latex! It makes me uh.. uncomfortable and generally gives me cystitis.

30 seconds.

*shakes head*