Just A Quick What The Heck Is Going On Update

Adam ill again.

Me swamped with work.

Simon swamped with work.

Looking for a place to live.

Trying to keep up with household and business accounts.

Couple of evening video gigs.

Simon’s parents down this past weekend.

Adam adding words daily including ‘Oh Dear’ from his grandad this weekend! This culminated in him deliberately dropping food off his highchair yesterday saying ‘Oops. Oh Dear.’

So life is good. If a bit frantic!!!

Another Sleep Deprived Night

Adam has been ill again and so not sleeping great. I helped that some what the night before last by sleeping with him but last night I was out at a gig and Simon decided he was well enough to sleep in his own bed.

Unfortunately, that was a wrong plan. Adam woke up about 130, apparently, and wouldn’t resettle. I finally heard him (I was in the spare room as it was my ‘night off’) around 230 and moved Simon to the spare room and got into bed with Adam. At 330 Adam was done even lying down. So we are in the front room, Adam is playing and I am writing this blog post. In about an hour I’ll get Simon up and I’ll get a couple of more hours before Simon needs to get to work. I have a ton of work to do today as well so I’ll see how Adam is and if he seems okay send him off to daycare as usual. Well, not usual, he usually goes on Thursdays, but I switched it last week so I could process the video from last night’s gig. But if he’s impossible he’ll stay with me and I’ll work around him. It’s not ideal, but I’ve done it before.

So I have decided that we are going back to co-sleeping. Adam has not been sleeping well, or all night, in his own bed and I am done with my own sleep being disrupted to bring him into bed and shift everyone around in the middle of the night. Some will say Simon and I have ‘made a rod for our own back’ on this issue, but I think that phrase means nothing. My goal is to get everyone as much sleep as possible. If that means going back to co-sleeping, such is life. It won’t be forever.

This Too Shall Pass. I wonder if I have the skills to embroider that on a sofa cushion…

Some of You Might Have Noticed

I have removed the British Mummy Bloggers badge from the site and am now a part of Mumsnet Bloggers Network.

I have to say I was getting nothing out of BMM. I found their message boards unwieldy and, to be honest, the topics sort of boring. I haven’t officially un-joined, but I haven’t posted over there in about a year, so I’ve moved on.

Mumsnet, on the other hand…

I’ve been a member over there since about October 2008, or just after I found out I was pregnant. A good friend of mine already posted there and I asked her if it was worth it. Hell yes she said!

And she was right. From the ‘Born in June 2009′ thread to the ’40 Towers, Mums over 40’ to ‘The One Child Tea Room’ I have found my home from home. I also post on other discussions. There is always something going on, I like the format and I have fun.

And now they are forming a bloggers network.

So what do MN bloggers blog about?

Being mums. Running companies. Throwing parties. Taking care of ageing parents. Living in Switzerland.

Basically the same things the rest of us blog about.

But now we have a badge! And our own thread on MN!

So if you belong to MN and have a blog? Apply to join us. We love reading blogs nearly as much as we love writing them!!

Once Again

Happy Birthday to Adam who is 2 today!!

Some pictures:

Opening Presents

All his loot.

LIft! Lift! Lift!

Waiting to ride the lift at Victoria Square, his birthday treat. (Ah to be 2!)

Who me?

Cake!!!

And, for the record, we did our best to measure him today.  Just about 36 inches. They say double it to find his adult height. So just about 6 feet. Not taller than Daddy as we thought he would be (Simon is 6’2″) but definitely taller than Mama!

I wonder how long I have until that happens…

I Was Going To Wait Until Saturday

And do this on Adam’s second birthday. But I got impatient.

Dear Adam:

Love,

Mama

Just Warning You All Now

That I am swamped with things to do. Work things (money, YAYAY!) house things (moving, BOOO!) and just life things. So updates will be few and far between for a bit, I think.

I’m much more likely to tweet than anything else, so do feel free to follow me on there: https://twitter.com/#!/Tee2072.

 

My Greatest Fear

I can’t link to it, because of The Times paywall, but Melanie Reid’s Spinal Column in today’s Times Magazine really hit home.

Her bio from the magazine says “Times columnist Melanie Reid broker her neck and back last year. Now back home after 12 months’ rehab in hospital, this week she reflects on her changing role as wife and mother.”

She currently can’t walk and can barely use her arms. She is trying very hard to walk again. But the thing that frustrates her the most? The loss of her hands. She says “I can cope with being in a wheelchair; what cripples me is my numb, clawed fingers.”

Oh yes. That is what scares me. That the arthritis in my hands will become so bad that I won’t be able to use them. Won’t be able to type or write or, some day, drive again.

Melanie’s son is in University, but she still laments that she can’t help him as she used to. He rings, during exams, looking for help with a headache and a lack of food. And instead of being able to jump in her car and bring him migraleave and some food, she talks to him on the phone.

My son still needs nappies changed and picking up and helping with getting dressed. Some of those things will pass soon, but some will go on for years yet. What if my hands stop me from doing them? I already can’t play with him as much as I would like as I can’t sit on the floor for long because of my legs. How much more will I have to hand over to someone else if I lose my hands as well?

I already get frustrated with opening packets, jars, sometimes even the milk jug as my fingers refused to grip them hard enough to turn. I have items that help, rubber mats and things, but sometimes stubborn me would rather keep trying, to deny that I can’t do it, then spend the minute to dig them out of their drawer.

And, of course, I have Simon. Who always comes right to me if I say ‘Can you open the milk, my hands are quite bad today.’ But I hate having to ask.

And, let’s not forget, I am a graphic artist. Yes, I use a mouse not a pen and paper, but what if I lose even that ability? Terry Pratchett, world famous Disc World author, turned to voice recognition software when he began to show signs of Alzheimer’s disease, including some neurological issues with his hands. I don’t think the same would work for a graphics. How to you speak your graphic thoughts out loud?

So it worries me. The possible loss of my hands.

But, like so many things in my life, there is nothing I can do about it. If they stop working, I’ll cope. I’ll cope as I always do.

But I’ll hate every minute of it.

Random Thoughts From City Centre

Tour guide saying ‘Belfast is a town of religious balance’ is the ultimate in irony as half of city centre closes for a bomb alert.

Oh, you poor dear. Your son is adorable but just because my son is nearly 2 does not mean he sleeps through all the time. Enjoy your 8 week old. And don’t worry about him grizzling. My two year old screamed through most of Tesco today.

The choice was between 2 bottles for £5 and a bottle for £4.99 that said the vineyard was started by the Knights Templar. Knights Templar bottle won, hands down.

No chocolate tarts available yet at Spring Continental Market. Chocolate Belgian Waffles acquired instead.

Speaking of which, I swear they were 3 for something last year, like £2 each or 3 for £5. Now they are either £2 or £3 each. Yes, we have 2 providers of Belgian Waffles in Chocolate this year. And 2 ice cream stalls. Oh and a candy floss stall.

Adam’s screaming fit was due to Castle Court not being open so he couldn’t go to the play area and/or ride the lift. How do you explain bomb threats and security alerts to a 2 year old?

There was an H&W ship called Traffic?!?

I Am A…

Working
Tickling
Kissing
Shouting
Cuddling
Praising
Scolding
Hugging
Teaching
Learning
Mom.

What kind of mom are you?

 

I Am In A Mood

There are several things I don’t normally discuss; politics, religion and feminism being the top 3.

But I am 100% tired of people using feminism as an excuse to hate men or sex or the sexualization of women or whatever the hell it is this week.

Hooters has come to the UK/Europe. And people are appalled. Those poor, downtrodden women, showing their boobs.

Hello? Is someone forcing them to work there? Is Hooters part of the slave trade and no one knows?

Of course not.

But to the militant feminists as soon as you show some cleavage or enjoy an occasional wolf whistle you must be a sexist or anti-feminism.

I am neither.

However, I also do not want to be equal. I am a member of the superior gender and know it. I am a cis female 100% and love being such a person. Why would I want to lower myself to the level of men? (I don’t hate men, either. I love men. My husband is a man. Some day my son will be one as well.)

I like being whistled at. I like being admired.

True, I don’t wear make up all that often or anything other than jeans. But that has nothing to do with feminism and everything to do with lifestyle and choice.

Our ancestors fought for equal rights so that I can be the kind of woman I am. And so you can be the kind of woman you are.

Just like our ancestors fought for the right for us to choose not to vote.

Same thing.

So you cower in the corner and be offended by sexuality in public.

I’ll stand over here and enjoy it.