Did I get to sleep? Nah not really our little one who generally is a very good sleeper decided he was waking up at who knows what time and thought it was the perfect time for bouncing all over the bed. So guess who’s sleeping right now?. Either way I have woke up with some more energy today and I feel pretty good, there’s a new episode of riverdale today ( I hope, if they’ve skipped this week I might swear a little ) and I’ve got the majority of things that need doing done, so thumbs up to that. And I mean it’s Friday tomorrow so that alone just makes today a good day.
I tried making some sort of baking concoction of what I had at home, coincidentally the only thing I really had was baileys and it’s safe to say it was a failure. It didn’t really taste of baileys, just alcohol so yeah thumbs down to that. I’m sure the bin enjoyed it, maybe? I’m Sure it’s better than poopy nappies at least.
Yeah I’ve lost it, thinking weather a bin ?! Enjoys whatever I put in it. Think it might be time for more coffee.
So this week so far? Not a fan. Lack of sleep bleh.
Pretty much sums it up really. I mean thank you coffee or I would probably have been sleep parenting, I’m sure that’s a thing.
So I’m in bed nice and early tonight, hoping that I will get a decent nights sleep so that we can turn this week around tomorrow and make it a good one.
By the way Jamie is walking independently more and more, and I am so not ready.
Ahh, weekend, I feel as if I can finally just breath again, for tonight anyway because tomorrow I have to deal with that never ending to-do list again.
Weeks not been to bad though once I started feeling somewhat human again and felt like I’d caught up on a little bit of sleep it’s been alright. And the weather! Sunshine and 13 degrees, me and the kids have walked down to the park a couple of times and just soaked that vitamin d up. And Jamie’s been on the swing for the first time, loved it until I took him out and put him back in the pushchair = not a happy baby.
Worst about this week is my stress levels though, the more I get done on my to-do list (yes I know I’m constantly going on about this damn list but it’s my life) the more I seem to need to add. So this weekend I’m just going to go all in and get it all done. And then hopefully I can enjoy a less stressful week next week.
Speaking of stressful, the stupid damn cooker broke. So now I have to buy a new one, so maybe I had been thinking about buying a new one anyway because well I hate gas cookers and want an electric one. But that doesn’t mean it’s ok for this one to just die on me before I’m ready no, nope, nah-ah.
I should be going to sleep but my brains like nah, and Jamie’s decided the only acceptable sleeping spot tonight is on my throat ( even tried moving him, he just crawled right back with his eyes closed ).
I am very grateful that I actually woke up this morning feeling reasonably rested, hopefully I will feel just as good tomorrow.
Decided, to try a red lip. I’ve always been so jealous of people who can pull off a red lip because I thought I never could. But decided to give it another try, and I actually think it turned out looking good. Honestly I’m stupidly happy about this 😂
Anyone else feeling like as soon as your to-do list starts getting smaller it magically gets twice as big again? Kind of like the washing basket, you’ve done five loads of washing but the washing pile never really gets smaller.
Not really much going on here, we’re still recovering from the weekend and trying to get our sleeping pattern back to normal. Kinda hoping the kids will sleep past 5.00 am tomorrow, it would be nice to look and feel a little bit less like a zombie tomorrow.
Going to snuggle up to my little baby now and hopefully have a good nights sleep.
His cute little dimple bum 😍
And here you get to see a little peak of our newly painted kitchen walls, isn’t the colour lovely? I love it more everyday.
This weekend has been stressful to say the least. With not only one but two visits to a&e, yes we ended up at the hospital again.
But this time it was with Zack who we suspect had a seizure, which was very scary. For now though everyone’s fine but very tired, it’s been some very late nights/early mornings. And I think we’re all just trying to catch up on sleep and get back to normal again.
So just as a follow up to my last post. I don’t hate being a mother hehe, but we’re all allowed to have bad days and this week has been challenging for sure. But obviously I love my kids and my days with them.
So yesterday ended up being a heart stopper, Jamie lent over the side of his high chair and one of his straps came undone. I saw the whole thing happen in slow motion and as he hit the floor head first I screamed, I thought that was it he’s broke his neck. But then he screamed and screamed, and it’s not often I can say I feel relieved about my baby crying, but yesterday I did. After he had calmed down he started dosing of on my chest, and I sat him up and started walking around to keep him awake, after a little while he seemed fine and was playing like normal. After a few hours he started getting tired again and I put him down for a nap (I was constantly checking on him). But when he woke up he was very drowsy, just tried going back to sleep and didn’t seem quite with it, so I phoned the NHS advise line, and they recommended that he should be seen at a&e within the hour. So of we went. He slept in the car but as soon as we got to the hospital he was wide awake giving big smiles to everyone he could see. I think everyone who saw him at the hospital fell in love with him, and several hours later after he’d seen a doctor and had a couple of observations done we got let home. And he’s all happy and jolly just like he always is. But wow did he give us a scare.
Since I became a mother there’s four different types of days. There’s really good days, normal days, bad days and really FUCKING bad days. On the really good days I start thinking another baby would be a great idea, their so cute and cuddly oh and that new baby smell, maybe just one more and yadayada. Then on the really FUCKING bad days when I’m close to pulling all my hair off, banging my head on a wall and wishing I could hide in a grave just to get some peace and quiet. Another baby? No, NOPE, I’m getting my tubes tied, removed and fucking burning them. Okay so maybe I’m exaggerating a tad, but you get the point – and just in case you don’t, it’s been a BAD day.
Now I’m going to wait for my greasy cheese burger which I will probably regret eating in the morning, but FUCK IT.
End of rant.
And it’s Sunday again and everything goes back to normal tomorrow, Ryan’s back at work and we’re back to our usual routine. I’m planning on making pancakes for lunch just to get a yummy start to the week.
It’s going to be an interesting week, and I’m hoping in a good way. It’s going to be a little busy (as if I’m not always busy, but more busy than usual), but I’m ready for it, let’s hope I feel the same way when Jasper drags me out of bed in the early hours of the morning 😅
Anyone else with little ones who has a minion obsession? All three of ours just love the minions and I feel as if we’ve got the minion and despicable me films stuck on a constant loop.
It’s quite funny to watch as Jamie becomes more and more mobile and likes to get involved in what the other two are doing, especially when Jamie starts getting into Jaspers toys – just like Jasper used to do with Zack. And Jasper starts looking like he might pop a blood vessel.
Zacks quite tolerable with Jamie and goes careful around him most of the time, but with Jasper, not so much. And I swear sometimes I feel like sticking my head in the sand and just letting them fight it out (not that I ever would, or would actually want them too but on some days especially when I’ve not had any coffee in me yet it can sound like a good idea). Thankfully they do have their moments of kinda sort-of getting along 😅