This post is particularly hard for me to write-mostly because I'm not the kind of person to share my feelings with the world. I mean I'm happy to tell people when I'm happy or sad or angry, but I don't really go into details.
But writing always helps me. So I'm writing this story.
For the past few weeks I have been suffering major mummy guilt.
As you would know our world is a bit topsy turvy at the moment. When I was just over 6 months pregnant hubby finally got the job we had waited 11 months for. The town we are moving to doesn't have a maternity hospital so I made the decision to stay in the city until our new bubs is born. It meant that the kids could stay in school and I could be near a hospital and keep up with my antenatal appointments (as I needed a few extra tests etc this time around).
But it also meant hubby would be working a 4 weeks away 1 week back roster for the remainder of my pregnancy.
So me, the kids and our ever faithful pooch moved in with my mum while our life was packed up and shipped 1600km away.
At the time I thought it was the best decision. Keeping the kids in the same school, being near a hospital and I didn't quite realise how long 4 weeks away was!!
Now I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I am AMAZINGLY blessed to have such an amazing mum with spare bedrooms and an open invitation to live with her. She's been helpful with the sleepless nights and the kids and the anxiety mad dog. I'm so grateful for everything she does for us. She's an amazing Grandma and an amazing mum.
But the last few weeks I've been feeling like maybe I made the wrong decision. Maybe I should have changed the kids over to their new school, unpacked our house in Tom Price and then come back a month before my due date (letting the kids have 4 extra weeks off school).
The first few weeks of being here went by pretty good. The kids were sharing a room and we were plodding along, missing hubby like crazy but not too bad.
But halfway through his second 4 week swing away I was slowly losing my mind.
Miss5 had gone so far backwards in her anxiety it was literally out of control. And I don't just mean the bed wetting dramas from my previous posts. Her excessive questioning, obsessive questioning about food, sucking her thumb more often, sucking the edges of her blanket, peeing 2 thousand times a day, controlling behaviour, lying about EVERYTHING, telling me how much she doesn't like me, throwing tantrums (something that I DO NOT allow). Sibling rivalry was pretty bad, they were arguing and fighting at every possible minute, Miss5 was talking her brother into wetting the bed. He was speaking rude to her, teasing her and fighting with her. Neither of them would listen to me, punishments were seen as laughable and I was exhausted.
I finally had to separate them into different bedrooms. Miss5 had to share with Grandma and Mr4 was out on his own.
Since then things have been slightly more settled, but only at bedtimes!
The last couple of weeks especially the kids seem to be walking around like zombies absolutely miserable. A couple times I've looked at Mr4 and he's been on the verge of tears for no apparent reason. Miss5 has said to me a couple times she wants the baby to hurry up and we can go home. Times like that nearly send me to tears.
I've been so busy while down here, the kids have had tonnes of appointments, I've been at the physio a few times every week, collecting baby things, organising stuff for our new place, and just the general busyness of moving house, except harder because I've never actually SEEN our new house!
At mums place there is no backyard that is suitable for the kids to play in, they only have a very limited amount of toys and they seem bored.
Zac our poor dog doesn't have his big bed, doesn't have anyone to play outside with him, has been put onto a new diet, is freezing cold and he misses hubby when he's away too. He's getting pretty miserable too.
And then there's me. I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm in pain most of the time. I miss my husband when he's away. We have never spent more than 2 and a half weeks apart the entire time we have been together. I miss my own house, my own kitchen. I miss doing things in my own good time, I feel bad if I leave mums house messy when I'm having a bad day. I want my own shower, my own bed, I want to live with my husband, use our own blankets. I want all my clothes back (including my boot collection which I sent up north because I forgot how cold it gets down here) I want to nest in my own house. I want to set up my baby's bedroom. I want the kids to get back to doing their chores. I want to see the kids playing outside, with Zac. I want the trampoline, swings, slide and sandpit set up. I want to set up our new herb garden. I want this baby out so I can eat again-I haven't been hungry or motivated to cook this entire pregnancy. I want my deep freezer so when I cook I can stock up HEAPS.
I know it sounds silly and selfish and I should be grateful for everything going on but I'm just feeling so down.
We have had to make some slightly tricky decisions based on when we think this baby is going to arrive.
From 23 weeks onwards the dr and midwives have been telling me how 'ready' baby is. I'm now 39 weeks exactly today and I can't believe our girl still hasn't arrived. I have been doing EVERYTHING to induce labour. Next week hubby has to start his annual leave and if this baby comes late we could be looking at leaving the city 2-3 days after birth. We originally wanted to stay for a week to see people, take our time packing up and leaving but we also need as much time as possible up at our new home to get settled and get the kids enrolled in school. Baby settled into her real house and there is also the possibility we will be moving into a different company house (a bigger house) and if we need to move AGAIN in the short time hubby has off from work it's going to be tricky.
I know I should be taking my time, relaxing and enjoying my pregnancy, I know I should just feel so blessed that I have this little girl coming. I know the longer she's in there the more chance she will be healthy and happy. I know all these things. I just can't help but feel like this baby really needs to come out soon so we can all get settled.
I feel like the only thing to settle down the kids and get my beautiful happy big girl back is to go home and be a family again. To get the dog in his own home so he will stop sleeping on the bed with us-keeping us awake all night. To show the kids that the baby won't change EVERYTHING. That they are still my favourite people in the world. That the new house will be fun, they will make friends in their new school. I feel like getting to Tom Price is the answer to getting my family back again. To getting my kids happy again.
Mr4 has been so sick lately because he's been doing so bad at staying dry at night time. He's been wetting the bed but not getting up and changing his sheets right away and with the cold weather he's been getting too cold and getting a bad cough, runny nose and even ear infections.
We have been trying to get him settled and staying dry (he can do it when he's on his A game) but it's just not working.
Today he's off school for the third day due to being sick caused by getting cold from bed wetting. I'm over it. I literally just want to cry. I've told him that if he's really sick he can't come and visit his new baby sister because she can not get sick. And he's been so sick he literally can't visit us in hospital if he doesn't get better. He just seems to be one big snot ball with a chesty cough, sore ears and on and off fevers.
Today after talking to hubby he said to me "he needs to get better, we can't risk the baby getting so sick, time to buy pull-ups and make him stay dry." I know it's a step backwards and you're always told never to go backwards because it's supposedly bad. But I need a healthy son.
I feel like I've been doing everything I can just to get a smile out of the kids. New shoes (which they needed anyway) new clothes for Tom Price. Going to indoor playgrounds, taking them to the park. Just doing anything I can to try and make them smile. And it's not who I am. I'm not the person that likes to spoil kids all the time unnecessarily. I like to reward good behaviour, but not all the time because they have to know good behaviour is expected-not something that always needs to be rewarded. Hubby feels the same. I'm so over fighting I've been letting some things slide, like rude words and the occasional snatching of toys. Simply because I've had enough fighting. I feel like all I ever do is punish the kids for their shocking behaviour. Something that I usually don't have to do because they ARE good kids. This is not normal behaviour. It's bad, it's unusual, it's attention seeking and it's a reaction to this situation I've put them in.
Being an adult-a parent- is hard. How do you know when you have made the right decision for your child? Would pulling them out of school and going to Tom Price for 7 weeks been better than staying here and sending hubby away for so long? Would things have been better or worse if I did that? Should I stop complaining and be more grateful? Probably. It all just feels so hard.
I feel so guilty. I feel like it's my fault the kids are miserable. I feel like if this bloody baby would just hurry up and come out things would start to get better. My stupid hormones would like me more. The kids could get used to this baby, I would have energy and motivation. We would be home. And we would be family. And family is all that matters to me.
Enough of a whinge from me now. I hope everyone else is travelling much easier paths than us right now.
I hope in the next few days I will finally have some good news to share with you all.
For now I'm going to try relax as much as possible-maybe even learn to meditate so I can fully relax and maybe the baby will come when I'm more relaxed about everything. Maybe I just need to relax and go with the old saying "whatever will be will be" and let life happens as it needs to.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
Quack Quack!!
We have a really great family GP. He has been my GP since I was 3 years old-so he knows us all pretty well, too well! In fact at times I'm surprised he hasn't admitted us for insanity he knows us THAT well.
So when my kids get sick I never worry much about seeing a Dr because I know good old Dr PJ is always there and will always do the right thing by us.
Except on weekends. If the kids get sick on weekends then I get grumpy. Our Dr works weekdays only so on weekends we find ourselves at after hours GP's. And I think most people will agree when I say the Drs at after hours surgeries are slightly dodgy most of the time.
On Sunday my Mr4 had an afternoon nap and woke up grumpy. That in itself not so unusual. But by 4pm he was screaming in pain. He had an earache. We had to cut Miss5's play at the park short, come home and head to an after hours GP.
By the time we got there Mr4 was screaming so badly we actually got bumped up the queue. Instead of the 1 hour minimum wait we only waited for 20 minutes.
It was quite clear to us that his ear was pretty badly infected. The Dr however said his right ear was infected but to take him home, give him panadol and 'the body will heal itself.' Now I don't know about you but I've NEVER heard of someone having an ear infection and not being given antibiotics to help. I've always been told ear infections can be pretty nasty and if not treated lead to lasting damage.
Being the only Dr available we didn't have much choice but to leave and bad mouth him to ourselves in the car.
That night Mr4 went to bed at 7pm as usual. He seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully. We had been keeping up with panadol and hoped it would last him the night.
However 12:30am he woke up calling out for his daddy. Which is pretty normal because if he needs help to go to the toilet or change his bed after an accident that's what he does. By the time he was done in the toilet he was screaming about his ears. So hubby went and slept with him and calmed him down. By 1:30am he was up again, still screaming. By 2am Mr4 was in bed with us, still crying and moaning in pain. By 4am we were sitting up (because the nurse told us sitting is better than laying with an ear infection) with the heater blasting watching 'How To Train Your Dragon' trying to distract him from the pain. We had all the pillows blankets and cushions out all three of us snuggled up on the couch.
I tried to convince hubby to go have a nap while Mr4 was quiet, but he wasn't leaving his boy.
Finally Mr4 was calming down, we had kept to exactly 4 hourly doses of panadol, he was also wearing his beanie to keep the cold air out.
By 5:30am we had the movie playing for the second time and we were all exhausted.
6am hubby had to get ready for work and I left Mr4 settled on the couch to drop hubby off.
By 7am Mr4 was feeling great (after about 5 doses of panadol!!!) but the rest of us were looking and feeling like bloody zombies!!
I booked an appointment to see our own GP and we dropped Miss5 at school for the day.
Dr PJ said to me that Mr4 had an ear infection not only in his right ear but his left ear was worse! (What?!? The Dr last night didn't mention his left ear at all) I explained we had been told just panadol and that we were up all night because he was in such bad pain. "Well I'm not surprised, that left ear is under a LOT of pressure." It sounded to us like things could have been a whole lot worse if we listened to the first Dr!
By yesterday afternoon Mr4 had finally had his first dose of antibiotics. But he was still looking pretty bad. He missed our usual Monday arvo play at the park, he fell asleep in the car and would not wake up. He slept through school pick up, play at the park and Miss5's dancing class. Poor Miss5 was sent in the door with a kiss and I had to sit in the car with her brother while he slept and occasionally screamed in pain. It was horrible to see him in so much pain.
I couldn't help thinking 'if only the first Dr gave us medicine, he would have had 4 doses by now and be almost 100% better'
After 24 hours of constant panadol and 2 doses of antibiotics Mr4 slept soundly last night...and so did we!!
Sometimes I think Drs these days are just lazy. They want to take the easiest path and they don't seem to REALLY care about their patients the way they used to.
I'm so glad we have our Dr PJ, the kids love him, he always makes them better and he giggles along at all our madness too! I can honestly say I'm going to miss him like crazy when we move to Tom Price.
Although I'm sure when we make trips to the city the kids will give us a reason to go and visit him-just for old times sake!
So when my kids get sick I never worry much about seeing a Dr because I know good old Dr PJ is always there and will always do the right thing by us.
Except on weekends. If the kids get sick on weekends then I get grumpy. Our Dr works weekdays only so on weekends we find ourselves at after hours GP's. And I think most people will agree when I say the Drs at after hours surgeries are slightly dodgy most of the time.
On Sunday my Mr4 had an afternoon nap and woke up grumpy. That in itself not so unusual. But by 4pm he was screaming in pain. He had an earache. We had to cut Miss5's play at the park short, come home and head to an after hours GP.
By the time we got there Mr4 was screaming so badly we actually got bumped up the queue. Instead of the 1 hour minimum wait we only waited for 20 minutes.
It was quite clear to us that his ear was pretty badly infected. The Dr however said his right ear was infected but to take him home, give him panadol and 'the body will heal itself.' Now I don't know about you but I've NEVER heard of someone having an ear infection and not being given antibiotics to help. I've always been told ear infections can be pretty nasty and if not treated lead to lasting damage.
Being the only Dr available we didn't have much choice but to leave and bad mouth him to ourselves in the car.
That night Mr4 went to bed at 7pm as usual. He seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully. We had been keeping up with panadol and hoped it would last him the night.
However 12:30am he woke up calling out for his daddy. Which is pretty normal because if he needs help to go to the toilet or change his bed after an accident that's what he does. By the time he was done in the toilet he was screaming about his ears. So hubby went and slept with him and calmed him down. By 1:30am he was up again, still screaming. By 2am Mr4 was in bed with us, still crying and moaning in pain. By 4am we were sitting up (because the nurse told us sitting is better than laying with an ear infection) with the heater blasting watching 'How To Train Your Dragon' trying to distract him from the pain. We had all the pillows blankets and cushions out all three of us snuggled up on the couch.
I tried to convince hubby to go have a nap while Mr4 was quiet, but he wasn't leaving his boy.
Finally Mr4 was calming down, we had kept to exactly 4 hourly doses of panadol, he was also wearing his beanie to keep the cold air out.
By 5:30am we had the movie playing for the second time and we were all exhausted.
6am hubby had to get ready for work and I left Mr4 settled on the couch to drop hubby off.
By 7am Mr4 was feeling great (after about 5 doses of panadol!!!) but the rest of us were looking and feeling like bloody zombies!!
I booked an appointment to see our own GP and we dropped Miss5 at school for the day.
Dr PJ said to me that Mr4 had an ear infection not only in his right ear but his left ear was worse! (What?!? The Dr last night didn't mention his left ear at all) I explained we had been told just panadol and that we were up all night because he was in such bad pain. "Well I'm not surprised, that left ear is under a LOT of pressure." It sounded to us like things could have been a whole lot worse if we listened to the first Dr!
By yesterday afternoon Mr4 had finally had his first dose of antibiotics. But he was still looking pretty bad. He missed our usual Monday arvo play at the park, he fell asleep in the car and would not wake up. He slept through school pick up, play at the park and Miss5's dancing class. Poor Miss5 was sent in the door with a kiss and I had to sit in the car with her brother while he slept and occasionally screamed in pain. It was horrible to see him in so much pain.
I couldn't help thinking 'if only the first Dr gave us medicine, he would have had 4 doses by now and be almost 100% better'
After 24 hours of constant panadol and 2 doses of antibiotics Mr4 slept soundly last night...and so did we!!
Sometimes I think Drs these days are just lazy. They want to take the easiest path and they don't seem to REALLY care about their patients the way they used to.
I'm so glad we have our Dr PJ, the kids love him, he always makes them better and he giggles along at all our madness too! I can honestly say I'm going to miss him like crazy when we move to Tom Price.
Although I'm sure when we make trips to the city the kids will give us a reason to go and visit him-just for old times sake!
Asleep in the car with Igor his special teddy
During Miss5's dancing class he woke up screaming so he slept on my belly, in the car-not even slightly comfy!! You can see his tears on my T-shirt :-(
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
A Day In The Life Of Mumma Currie
Today was a rather interesting day in our house, so interesting in fact I thought I would share it with you all.
7am-woken up by mum asking if I needed to go to hospital (bump has been very quiet over the last couple of days....a little too quiet. Plus I've felt the bump drop and been having a few pains. With my history of not making it to hospital [with Mr4] I have to get everything checked out). Decision made we were going to hospital.
8am-a blood curdling scream came from the toilet while I was in the bedroom. This wasn't your average scream, this was the absolute scream of death. Mum was in the shower and nearly had a heart attack and I was in the bedroom and came running out (which is hard with a fat bump) to see what had happened. Mr4 was in the toilet and a mosquito had landed on him. He was literally frozen to the toilet seat. I had to grab his hand and drag him out of the toilet, pants around his ankles to calm him down. Honestly the scream he did made me think someone's finger had gone missing at the very least!!!
8:30-piled the kids in the car (after Miss5 had a meltdown about not wanting to go to school) only to discover my maternity paperwork was missing from its place in the centre console. The drivers side door also wasn't closed properly. Someone had ransacked my car. Bugger!! That maternity paperwork is super important, it's the ONLY record the hospital keeps of some of my antenatal stuff and I needed it to get to the hospital. After scrounging around the front yard we couldn't see anything so, pissed off I jumped in the car to drop the kids off.
8:32-pulled out of driveway, noticed antenatal folder in neighbours bushes and went flying up their curb to run and grab it.
8:35-back in the car and running very late we started the drive to school. Mum was separating soaked pages of my antenatal records and holding them in front of the air con which was going full blast.
9:00-arrived at school 10 minutes after the bell. Threw the kids in their classes with a quick kiss and cuddle.
9:05am-sat in the car and further spread out paperwork, cranked up the rear air cons to try dry paperwork faster.
9:10-finally on our way to hospital.
9:40-arrived at maternity ward after getting lost (note to other expectant mums, make sure you KNOW where the maternity/labour ward is for when you really need it!)
9:50-man came in and said "my wife's in labour" turned around only to find no one with him. "Oops she's back there she's having a contraction" mum, the receptionist and I all looked at each other and burst out laughing!! The poor woman got left behind because hubby didn't notice she was having a contraction!!
10:10-midwife finally took me through to get checked out. Hooked bubs up to a heart monitor. Baby didn't play ball so I had to eat freezing cold ice water to try and wake her up. She seemed to be doing well. Midwife made remark that baby seemed to have a small head. I was happy!
10:45-grumpy unhelpful midwife sent me home with no reason why baby had almost not moved at all for two days.
11:00-stopped for a feed of hot chips to keep us both going
11:30-arrived at cop shop to report car being ransacked (and mums car which was done over 2 weeks ago) receptionist "just let me turn the oven off and I'll be with you" mum and I exchanged glance. She returned with a tray of covered food, placed it on a table and returned to us. Mum and I had to hide our giggles. We started to report our issue. The poor old biddy was so lost and confused at our straight and simple story. I have no idea what actually got written on the paperwork. As we were finishing up the old biddy grabbed a piece of paper and said "you can always contact us on these numbers and of course if you want to know what's happening in your area or for helpful information you can follow us on twitter." Seriously did she just tell us to 'tweet' the cops??
Giggling like little school girls mum and I left. Neither of us do the twitter thing...and we kind of prefer to tell cops when something goes wrong-not tweet them!!
12:30-arrived home, dazed and confused. Scoffed down a quick lunch, caught up on last nights Revenge episode.
1:30-back in the car to pick the kids up early. Miss5 had a continence appointment.
2:00-arrive at kids school to pick them up.
2:30- arrive continence clinic. Park on a steep downward facing hill. Giggle that with all the weirdness today car will end up in river by end of day.
3:30-emerge from appointment with some good helpful tips. Make way to shops.
3:40-get stuck behind man with annoyingly fast windscreen wipers on-it's not raining. Followed him the entire rest of the way to shops. Not sure if he notices super fast wipers going.
4:00-arrive at local shop and stop for a coffee and cake, we deserve it after a strange day.
4:20-start out in Kmart. Kids have a dress up 'as something you want to be when you grow up day' at school.
4:30-convince Miss5 that she CAN'T be Dora the Explorer or Cinderella when she grows up.
4:32-convince Mr4 he CAN'T be a monster when he grows up.
5:00-leave kmart with a fireman and ballerina costume.
5:10-finish up with dog food and dinner at woolworths
5:30-finally leave shopping centre and realise it's too late to cook the pre packed lasagne we brought.
5:40-arrive home and microwave lasagne. Kids ate 3/4 I had small slice, none left for Grandma! Oops.
6:15-bath time.
6:30-story time. While reading Peter Pan I asked Mr4 "how do you think you get to Never Land?"
"Um, you have to go past Hong Kong" I was told.
6:47-listened to Miss5 reading story with Grandma. Miss 5 remarked how late it was getting "6 4 7, wow that's late!"
7:00-finally kids all in bed Miss5 thinking she was staying up sooooooo late!!
7:10- Mr4 ran out with tears in his eyes "mum I didn't do my homework." The tears weren't from not doing his homework though. I have a very sad little boy tonight. Refusing to cry or let on that he is sad-but with my mummy skills I can see the sadness in his eyes.
7:30-decide to move the cars around in case someone comes back for another go at them
7:40-run inside like Anna from "Frozen" after she goes through to cold water and turn the heater on full blast to defrost.
7:50-give up on the day and start getting ready for bed.
7am-woken up by mum asking if I needed to go to hospital (bump has been very quiet over the last couple of days....a little too quiet. Plus I've felt the bump drop and been having a few pains. With my history of not making it to hospital [with Mr4] I have to get everything checked out). Decision made we were going to hospital.
8am-a blood curdling scream came from the toilet while I was in the bedroom. This wasn't your average scream, this was the absolute scream of death. Mum was in the shower and nearly had a heart attack and I was in the bedroom and came running out (which is hard with a fat bump) to see what had happened. Mr4 was in the toilet and a mosquito had landed on him. He was literally frozen to the toilet seat. I had to grab his hand and drag him out of the toilet, pants around his ankles to calm him down. Honestly the scream he did made me think someone's finger had gone missing at the very least!!!
8:30-piled the kids in the car (after Miss5 had a meltdown about not wanting to go to school) only to discover my maternity paperwork was missing from its place in the centre console. The drivers side door also wasn't closed properly. Someone had ransacked my car. Bugger!! That maternity paperwork is super important, it's the ONLY record the hospital keeps of some of my antenatal stuff and I needed it to get to the hospital. After scrounging around the front yard we couldn't see anything so, pissed off I jumped in the car to drop the kids off.
8:32-pulled out of driveway, noticed antenatal folder in neighbours bushes and went flying up their curb to run and grab it.
8:35-back in the car and running very late we started the drive to school. Mum was separating soaked pages of my antenatal records and holding them in front of the air con which was going full blast.
9:00-arrived at school 10 minutes after the bell. Threw the kids in their classes with a quick kiss and cuddle.
9:05am-sat in the car and further spread out paperwork, cranked up the rear air cons to try dry paperwork faster.
9:10-finally on our way to hospital.
9:40-arrived at maternity ward after getting lost (note to other expectant mums, make sure you KNOW where the maternity/labour ward is for when you really need it!)
9:50-man came in and said "my wife's in labour" turned around only to find no one with him. "Oops she's back there she's having a contraction" mum, the receptionist and I all looked at each other and burst out laughing!! The poor woman got left behind because hubby didn't notice she was having a contraction!!
10:10-midwife finally took me through to get checked out. Hooked bubs up to a heart monitor. Baby didn't play ball so I had to eat freezing cold ice water to try and wake her up. She seemed to be doing well. Midwife made remark that baby seemed to have a small head. I was happy!
10:45-grumpy unhelpful midwife sent me home with no reason why baby had almost not moved at all for two days.
11:00-stopped for a feed of hot chips to keep us both going
11:30-arrived at cop shop to report car being ransacked (and mums car which was done over 2 weeks ago) receptionist "just let me turn the oven off and I'll be with you" mum and I exchanged glance. She returned with a tray of covered food, placed it on a table and returned to us. Mum and I had to hide our giggles. We started to report our issue. The poor old biddy was so lost and confused at our straight and simple story. I have no idea what actually got written on the paperwork. As we were finishing up the old biddy grabbed a piece of paper and said "you can always contact us on these numbers and of course if you want to know what's happening in your area or for helpful information you can follow us on twitter." Seriously did she just tell us to 'tweet' the cops??
Giggling like little school girls mum and I left. Neither of us do the twitter thing...and we kind of prefer to tell cops when something goes wrong-not tweet them!!
12:30-arrived home, dazed and confused. Scoffed down a quick lunch, caught up on last nights Revenge episode.
1:30-back in the car to pick the kids up early. Miss5 had a continence appointment.
2:00-arrive at kids school to pick them up.
2:30- arrive continence clinic. Park on a steep downward facing hill. Giggle that with all the weirdness today car will end up in river by end of day.
3:30-emerge from appointment with some good helpful tips. Make way to shops.
3:40-get stuck behind man with annoyingly fast windscreen wipers on-it's not raining. Followed him the entire rest of the way to shops. Not sure if he notices super fast wipers going.
4:00-arrive at local shop and stop for a coffee and cake, we deserve it after a strange day.
4:20-start out in Kmart. Kids have a dress up 'as something you want to be when you grow up day' at school.
4:30-convince Miss5 that she CAN'T be Dora the Explorer or Cinderella when she grows up.
4:32-convince Mr4 he CAN'T be a monster when he grows up.
5:00-leave kmart with a fireman and ballerina costume.
5:10-finish up with dog food and dinner at woolworths
5:30-finally leave shopping centre and realise it's too late to cook the pre packed lasagne we brought.
5:40-arrive home and microwave lasagne. Kids ate 3/4 I had small slice, none left for Grandma! Oops.
6:15-bath time.
6:30-story time. While reading Peter Pan I asked Mr4 "how do you think you get to Never Land?"
"Um, you have to go past Hong Kong" I was told.
6:47-listened to Miss5 reading story with Grandma. Miss 5 remarked how late it was getting "6 4 7, wow that's late!"
7:00-finally kids all in bed Miss5 thinking she was staying up sooooooo late!!
7:10- Mr4 ran out with tears in his eyes "mum I didn't do my homework." The tears weren't from not doing his homework though. I have a very sad little boy tonight. Refusing to cry or let on that he is sad-but with my mummy skills I can see the sadness in his eyes.
7:30-decide to move the cars around in case someone comes back for another go at them
7:40-run inside like Anna from "Frozen" after she goes through to cold water and turn the heater on full blast to defrost.
7:50-give up on the day and start getting ready for bed.
Thursday, 5 June 2014
Show And Tell
This week was Miss5's first turn for show and tell, or news, at her school.
It's something I've always been slightly nervous about. My mum has worked in a pre primary for something like 15 yrs and she's told me some of the most fantastic show and tell stories.
Kids tell all kinds of private things, things that can get their parents in trouble, embarrassing things and just pointless crap.
I always thought Miss5 would be telling everyone all about private family things.
After having the day off sick yesterday I forgot to remind her to choose a toy to take today. It wasn't until we got into her class this morning and saw other kids bringing their news in that we remembered. Bugger!! Too late now.
I thought that without anything to show, she wouldn't do news.
When I picked her up I asked about her day. Miss 5 told me she did news today.
"Did you? What did you talk about"
"I said 'when I was a baby my dog USED to like me' "
Well I guess that's not private or something that could get me into trouble.
I didn't ask what she told the class the dog thinks of her now. . .
It's something I've always been slightly nervous about. My mum has worked in a pre primary for something like 15 yrs and she's told me some of the most fantastic show and tell stories.
Kids tell all kinds of private things, things that can get their parents in trouble, embarrassing things and just pointless crap.
I always thought Miss5 would be telling everyone all about private family things.
After having the day off sick yesterday I forgot to remind her to choose a toy to take today. It wasn't until we got into her class this morning and saw other kids bringing their news in that we remembered. Bugger!! Too late now.
I thought that without anything to show, she wouldn't do news.
When I picked her up I asked about her day. Miss 5 told me she did news today.
"Did you? What did you talk about"
"I said 'when I was a baby my dog USED to like me' "
Well I guess that's not private or something that could get me into trouble.
I didn't ask what she told the class the dog thinks of her now. . .
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
A Trip To The Physio
I have two sick, snotty nosed, coughing little kids home today.
I guess today is a good day to be sick because I didn't have much on. Except a physio appointment.
I probably should have cancelled my appointment, but I've been in so much pain lately I really needed to go.
I thought since they were sick and not moving much at home we would be right for a nice quiet physio appointment.
I was wrong-ish.
Basically they were well behaved, they chatted with Kirsty my physiotherapist. They ate their lunch nicely.
Only, because they are so blocked up with snot both kids also have blocked ears. So whenever they spoke they almost shouted.
I tried to get them to whisper and Kirsty and I had a good giggle trying to get them to lower their voices. Poor kids honestly thought they were whispering as they almost shouted down the place.
Kirsty then got onto massaging my back, as Mr4 looked at the 'special cream' she was using he accidently squirted some. So it was put onto my leg and he got to massage my leg.
Of course Miss5 wanted a turn so another squirt of cream on my other leg.
To finish off they both got to massage my back after Kirsty was finished.
We packed up, had a last giggle about the disasterously loud appointment and went out to the reception area.
An area I thought was pretty safe from any kiddy accidents.
That is until they wanted to wash the leftover cream off their hands.
With no bathroom in sight they used the water cooler to wash their hands....to say I was embarrassed was an understatement. The receptionist nearly peed herself laughing and I took that as my cue to walk out-quickly and quietly.
And next time I think I'll cancel my appointment.
I guess today is a good day to be sick because I didn't have much on. Except a physio appointment.
I probably should have cancelled my appointment, but I've been in so much pain lately I really needed to go.
I thought since they were sick and not moving much at home we would be right for a nice quiet physio appointment.
I was wrong-ish.
Basically they were well behaved, they chatted with Kirsty my physiotherapist. They ate their lunch nicely.
Only, because they are so blocked up with snot both kids also have blocked ears. So whenever they spoke they almost shouted.
I tried to get them to whisper and Kirsty and I had a good giggle trying to get them to lower their voices. Poor kids honestly thought they were whispering as they almost shouted down the place.
Kirsty then got onto massaging my back, as Mr4 looked at the 'special cream' she was using he accidently squirted some. So it was put onto my leg and he got to massage my leg.
Of course Miss5 wanted a turn so another squirt of cream on my other leg.
To finish off they both got to massage my back after Kirsty was finished.
We packed up, had a last giggle about the disasterously loud appointment and went out to the reception area.
An area I thought was pretty safe from any kiddy accidents.
That is until they wanted to wash the leftover cream off their hands.
With no bathroom in sight they used the water cooler to wash their hands....to say I was embarrassed was an understatement. The receptionist nearly peed herself laughing and I took that as my cue to walk out-quickly and quietly.
And next time I think I'll cancel my appointment.
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
I Spent My WA Day. . .
. . . Washing three sets of wet blankets and sheets.
This last weekend was a long weekend in WA. The kids wanted to get to the park, make chocolate chip cookies and do lots of fun things together.
Instead we spent the weekend washing load after load of blankets and weed on pajamas, wearing out our time out corner and moving a certain 4 yr old out of the bedroom he was sharing with his sister.
The final straw. Sunday night. I put the kids to bed. They were talking and giggling and I could tell there was mischief happening. 3 minutes after bed time out comes Mr4 "mum I wet the bed" he smiled at me.
The thing that annoys me the MOST about all this. Mr4 can't be bothered plotting evil plans, instead he does what his big sister tells him to do. And while they were in there she had again convinced him to wet his bed BEFORE they were asleep.
After that it was a night of game playing-getting out of bed 1000 times, talking, singing loudly. Anything to attract attention and for Miss5 to prove that not only does she have control over wetting her own bed but she was starting to gain control over her brother too.
Now to some people this might all seem a bit silly. You might think I'm over-exaggerating by saying my daughter has these control issues. That's she's "too young" to know what she's doing.
Well for those people out there let me just say this-HAVE YOU MET MY DAUGHTER???? As much as I love her and she IS a beautiful, helpful, caring person she is also super intelligent (in the bad kinda way), stubborn, manipulative and controlling. And her brother-well he's too easy going for his own good and does whatever his big sister tells him to do.
Earlier in the day on Sunday mum had called me outside to look at something and I had asked the kids to sit nicely while I did something important. We were set up to make cookies and I asked them to stay where they were.
They didn't-Miss5 stood at the front door and shouted and screamed and did everything to get my attention. And Mr4-he used that time to bang the spoon he was holding so hard into the table he has made lots of dents all over mums dining room table.
I came back inside, smacked the pair of them on the bum and sent them to timeout. Needless to say we didn't make cookies, Mr4 had to own up to Grandma what he had done to her table and he copped a second telling off from her.
So after a slightly disasterous Sunday we actually had a lovely evening. I was planning a pizza and movie night but after the days behaviour I decided not to. Instead we sat down and read books and Miss5 wanted to practice her sight words and we enjoyed ourselves.
Then the bedtime disaster happened and, once again, I went to bed grumpy.
Just after midnight Miss5's bed wetting alarm went off. The bloody thing is so loud it woke me and mum up and I actually nearly fell out of bed it scared me that much!! Clearly Miss5 was in a really deep sleep,as she got out of bed to turn the alarm off she was still peeing-yippee now I had a pee soaked carpet to clean up the next morning too! She changed her bed and went back to sleep. Now even though she weed on the floor I HONESTLY believe this was the first REAL accident she had throughout the entire continence program (roughly 7 weeks) she was in a very deep sleep and she dealt with it very quickly without waking anyone else up (even though mum and I nearly died of fright from the alarm)
By morning Mr4 had wet his bed for the second time and was happily laying in the freezing cold wet blankets-he hasn't learnt his lesson from nearly getting hypothermia the other day. He now has quite a bad cold and cough and is off school today to try and recover a bit.
I'll just quickly add here that Saturday night had been bad too. Miss5 wet her bed at 5am setting off the alarm (which clearly doesn't scare her anymore) and while changing her sheets and stuffing around she poked and prodded her brother until he too was awake and then they started being silly until I got up yelled at them both and threatened them both that if they didn't stay in bed I was gonna lock them up all day! It lasted till 7am when they started fighting.
Sunday morning I had had enough. At breakfast I talked to both the kids about the behaviour from the night before and the excessively loud singing and fighting going on early on Monday morning.
I was that fed up by this stage I walked out of breakfast and sat in bed and cried-for about 20 minutes. Mum and I then made the decision that if we wanted to keep the kids alive, and to keep us out of padded cells, we needed to split the kids up. This room sharing wasn't working. Miss5 was starting to get too much control over her brother and it needed to be stopped.
So Mr4 moved into the spare room and mum moved in with Miss5. Poor mum!
Mr4 went to bed last night feeling pretty miserable, coughing and blocked up with plenty of snot. Miss5 went to bed terrified of sharing her room with Grandma.
After Miss5 tried her usual getting up to the toilet 7 times in 45 minutes she settled in for the long haul-there was no one in the room to talk to or be silly with. She had a dry night and woke up nice and warm. She was still drowsy and half asleep when I went in to get her up for school. From such a good sleeper to this she was suffering from exhaustion.
Mr4 didn't have a dry night but it was an accident-not a stupid excuse for attention. He did however sleep well past the 7am wake up call and I had to poke and prod and tickle him and finally pull all his blankets off before he would wake up-clearly he's been missing his sleep too.
Hopefully over the next couple of weeks as they get used to being away from each other and enjoy being dry and having a good night sleep they will become much nicer to live with.
And when we get to Tom Price we may have to kick baby out of her room for a few months while the kids get resettled and then attempt a room share a little later in the year.
It was so nice last night for them to be in bed and for the house to be silent. No talking, no giggling, no crying from being pinched, no jumping from bed to bed. And this morning to have no loud singing and running around before wake up time made waking up that much more enjoyable.
Now I'm off to figure out how to do some washing minus the washing powder I forgot to buy this morning, and have a cup of raspberry leaf tea to try to encourage this little princess to make her arrival.
This last weekend was a long weekend in WA. The kids wanted to get to the park, make chocolate chip cookies and do lots of fun things together.
Instead we spent the weekend washing load after load of blankets and weed on pajamas, wearing out our time out corner and moving a certain 4 yr old out of the bedroom he was sharing with his sister.
The final straw. Sunday night. I put the kids to bed. They were talking and giggling and I could tell there was mischief happening. 3 minutes after bed time out comes Mr4 "mum I wet the bed" he smiled at me.
The thing that annoys me the MOST about all this. Mr4 can't be bothered plotting evil plans, instead he does what his big sister tells him to do. And while they were in there she had again convinced him to wet his bed BEFORE they were asleep.
After that it was a night of game playing-getting out of bed 1000 times, talking, singing loudly. Anything to attract attention and for Miss5 to prove that not only does she have control over wetting her own bed but she was starting to gain control over her brother too.
Now to some people this might all seem a bit silly. You might think I'm over-exaggerating by saying my daughter has these control issues. That's she's "too young" to know what she's doing.
Well for those people out there let me just say this-HAVE YOU MET MY DAUGHTER???? As much as I love her and she IS a beautiful, helpful, caring person she is also super intelligent (in the bad kinda way), stubborn, manipulative and controlling. And her brother-well he's too easy going for his own good and does whatever his big sister tells him to do.
Earlier in the day on Sunday mum had called me outside to look at something and I had asked the kids to sit nicely while I did something important. We were set up to make cookies and I asked them to stay where they were.
They didn't-Miss5 stood at the front door and shouted and screamed and did everything to get my attention. And Mr4-he used that time to bang the spoon he was holding so hard into the table he has made lots of dents all over mums dining room table.
I came back inside, smacked the pair of them on the bum and sent them to timeout. Needless to say we didn't make cookies, Mr4 had to own up to Grandma what he had done to her table and he copped a second telling off from her.
So after a slightly disasterous Sunday we actually had a lovely evening. I was planning a pizza and movie night but after the days behaviour I decided not to. Instead we sat down and read books and Miss5 wanted to practice her sight words and we enjoyed ourselves.
Then the bedtime disaster happened and, once again, I went to bed grumpy.
Just after midnight Miss5's bed wetting alarm went off. The bloody thing is so loud it woke me and mum up and I actually nearly fell out of bed it scared me that much!! Clearly Miss5 was in a really deep sleep,as she got out of bed to turn the alarm off she was still peeing-yippee now I had a pee soaked carpet to clean up the next morning too! She changed her bed and went back to sleep. Now even though she weed on the floor I HONESTLY believe this was the first REAL accident she had throughout the entire continence program (roughly 7 weeks) she was in a very deep sleep and she dealt with it very quickly without waking anyone else up (even though mum and I nearly died of fright from the alarm)
By morning Mr4 had wet his bed for the second time and was happily laying in the freezing cold wet blankets-he hasn't learnt his lesson from nearly getting hypothermia the other day. He now has quite a bad cold and cough and is off school today to try and recover a bit.
I'll just quickly add here that Saturday night had been bad too. Miss5 wet her bed at 5am setting off the alarm (which clearly doesn't scare her anymore) and while changing her sheets and stuffing around she poked and prodded her brother until he too was awake and then they started being silly until I got up yelled at them both and threatened them both that if they didn't stay in bed I was gonna lock them up all day! It lasted till 7am when they started fighting.
Sunday morning I had had enough. At breakfast I talked to both the kids about the behaviour from the night before and the excessively loud singing and fighting going on early on Monday morning.
I was that fed up by this stage I walked out of breakfast and sat in bed and cried-for about 20 minutes. Mum and I then made the decision that if we wanted to keep the kids alive, and to keep us out of padded cells, we needed to split the kids up. This room sharing wasn't working. Miss5 was starting to get too much control over her brother and it needed to be stopped.
So Mr4 moved into the spare room and mum moved in with Miss5. Poor mum!
Mr4 went to bed last night feeling pretty miserable, coughing and blocked up with plenty of snot. Miss5 went to bed terrified of sharing her room with Grandma.
After Miss5 tried her usual getting up to the toilet 7 times in 45 minutes she settled in for the long haul-there was no one in the room to talk to or be silly with. She had a dry night and woke up nice and warm. She was still drowsy and half asleep when I went in to get her up for school. From such a good sleeper to this she was suffering from exhaustion.
Mr4 didn't have a dry night but it was an accident-not a stupid excuse for attention. He did however sleep well past the 7am wake up call and I had to poke and prod and tickle him and finally pull all his blankets off before he would wake up-clearly he's been missing his sleep too.
Hopefully over the next couple of weeks as they get used to being away from each other and enjoy being dry and having a good night sleep they will become much nicer to live with.
And when we get to Tom Price we may have to kick baby out of her room for a few months while the kids get resettled and then attempt a room share a little later in the year.
It was so nice last night for them to be in bed and for the house to be silent. No talking, no giggling, no crying from being pinched, no jumping from bed to bed. And this morning to have no loud singing and running around before wake up time made waking up that much more enjoyable.
Now I'm off to figure out how to do some washing minus the washing powder I forgot to buy this morning, and have a cup of raspberry leaf tea to try to encourage this little princess to make her arrival.
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