Thursday, 31 March 2011

The Panty Liner incident (or the patience of Miss Kitty)

How does a cat who is a few months off turning 20 have the patience to sit through this?:

She amazes me.

Luckily I caught him before he had emptied the entire packet!

So much to do, no inclination to do it.

My house has beaten me. Well, maybe it's my life that has me beaten this week, the house is just a symptom.

Since I became a Mum, I have been very organised (seriously) and more than a little house proud, as being a SAHM became my job.  Just lately that has all changed.

On the surface it all looks OK. But I know it isn't.  My standards have dropped.  For example, today I have neither made my bed nor swept the floor.  The main issue though is about Toys and Clothes.

I have 3 full baskets of clean washing plus another 2 baskets on the line.  I just can't seem to put them away...

The corner of the Munchkins bedroom is tub on tub and piles of clothes, all in smaller than he needs or larger than he needs sizes.  I need to sort, relabel, wardrobe and store.  No inclination.

The inside of the Little Mans wardrobe looks like a cyclone tore through it.  Same problem though, next size up mixed with current clothes.  No inclination.

The spare bedroom started to accumulate things just after Christmas. This is a previously unheard of situation.  That room is always guest ready. Nope. Not at the moment.  No inclination.

The kitchen cupboards have NEVER been sorted. We moved in in July and the kitchen is completely different to all we have had previously, so I wasn't sure how to load the cupboards so I just threw it all in box by box to be done later.  No inclination.

The car needs a tire replaced, a service and the interior needs the leather cleaned. No inclination.

Worst of all would have to be the Playroom.  There are so many toys.  Two birthdays and Christmas with no cull in between has made it impossible to tidy or organise.  I keep threatening a cull. But, you guessed it, no inclination.

I just can't stand the clutter, it's making me crazy.  Well maybe the word is crazier.

I was driving back from a totally annoying errand this morning thinking that no matter how financially challenging life has been in the last few years (and it has been VERY), we have always managed and found ways to get by without too much sacrifice and being glad about that briefly cheered me up, but not enough to get motivated to do all that needs to be done.  Unfortunately.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

So shoot me, I cut them off

It's not like they wont grow back. They will.

What am I talking about? Well I had the audacity to get the munchkin's hair cut this week.  You guessed it he has curls (well usually).  I have been copping flack from everyone except the munchkin himself.  He's happy as Larry.

The Munchkin sans curls.

He enjoyed his first trip to the hairdresser and loves his new short hair.

My Mum actually sent me a text - unprecedented.  It went something like this "you cut off his lovely CURLS!?".  As I had no idea that Mum actually knew her phone sent texts, I was amazed by this communique.

It leads me to the question;

If your child has curls, is it wrong to cut them off? 

Friday, 25 March 2011

Varying degrees of Bad News

Sometimes I think we all get bogged down in the minutia of our daily lives and we over react to "bad" news.

Now when I say bad news I'm talking about the kind of thing that goes like this:

Oops I forgot to buy milk, so I phoned the workaholic and ask him to get some on his way home, he says yes, so I assume there will be milk when I need it. Flash to the next morning and cereal is in bowls, I open the fridge  and DISASTER no milk..

Now the scene that follows is one that is probably worthy of the news, "There's an asteroid heading for Earth and we are all going to die" rather than, "bugger, quickly kids get dressed we need to make a dash to the Servo o to buy milk".

I'm sure every Mum can relate to this.

This week the fact that my perspective on bad news was completely wackadoo was horribly brought home by some truly terrible news. 

My friends Husband, my Little Man's best friend's Daddy has a brain tumour.

I've been so off my game (the glad game that is) that I had been worrying about the most ridiculous teeny tiny little issues, blowing them out of proportion and wondering why the Workaholic couldn't understand my position and WHAM! I got a wake up call.  It's a doozy.

There are 3 kids under 5. The youngest is just 4 months old.  It really doesn't matter how big or small this tumour is, not even if it is malignant or benign, the outcome his not good.  Brain surgery is tricky stuff.  Even the most positive outcome doesn't have him back to normal and back to work anytime soon.  My friend is living in a hotel near the hospital with the baby. The other two kids are in their own home with their grandparents.  The upheaval of such BAD news is only just beginning.  I can't even imagine what is to come...

My heart is breaking.  I feel teary all the time.  I just keep hugging my kids and I want to hug the workaholic, but he has a full on week at work and has been invisible this week.

The positive from this situation is that I am not bothered by the small stuff.  I haven't over reacted to any bad news or yelled at my kids once since Monday afternoon  (I usually hear myself yell over any little thing when I am bogged down the way I have been).

I hope and pray that his tumour was benign and he recovers quickly.

Bad News like this needs some positive outcome to balance it out. Only time will tell what that will be.  I'm hoping it goes something like this:

Husband recovers quickly, the kids are all more resilient for the upheaval they've been through and my friend and her hubby realise how wonderful their life is and grab every opportunity that comes along.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Ultrasounds, IVF and Skinny Male Doctors...

Last week I lost my phone. In my house. ((Sigh)).

It still hasn't appeared, but luckily I remembered that I have my pre IVF ultrasound today.  Just phoned them, it's in an hour and I need to consume a bottle of water, NOW.

The Munchkin is asleep and of course today will be a day that he decides to sleep for longer than his customary hour and a bit... I hate waking sleeping kids.  They are just awful when you have to be somewhere and you have woken them. They go feral and you watch everyone in the waiting room just looking at you thinking "and you want another one?".

I also remembered that I totally forgot to make the Doctor follow up appointment when I booked in the ultrasound.  I wonder how long I'll have to wait to see him now? Man, this IVF cycle is NEVER going to start.  My 40th birthday is just 18 days away...  Time pressure (in my head of course) anyone?

It occurs to me that I also forgot to lose weight...

I swear little skinny men who tell me I need to lose weight just make me more determined to eat more so I can sit on them until they scream for mercy!  I guess I'll just have to beg him to let me have my embryos implanted if he gets out the scales.

I guess I should take the weight seriously as part of the IVF package. I would really rather have one of my Frosties take and become my bouncing bambino #3 than have to go through another full stimulated cycle. 

Righto. Tomorrow I start losing weight.

Inspiring people I've never met...

I've been doddling around with this blog. Mostly writing stuff that will never get uploaded- I'm no writer, believe me!

Now, I've been inspired by some very brave bloggers I've never met (and probably never will).  They put it all out there for the world to see.  I so would like to do that.  I am pretty much like that IRL but for some reason I can't do it here.

Well I am going to try.  I am so fed up censoring myself around people who think I am a little too "out there".

I started this blog as part therapy, part record of my life.  So that is what it shall become.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

OK. I admit it. I've been living under a rock this week.

I missed all of the controversy over the 15 year old bullying victim who hit back.  This evening it came home here and smacked me in the face.

The workaholic showed me the news story on TV.

My reaction was disgust. What is wrong with society to come out and call this kid a hero to millions all over the world?  Violence can never be the correct response to violence. FULL STOP.

The workaholics response? "What is wrong with me?  He's a hero."

I did a quick scan online and found that this story was on the news because, yes people are calling this kid a hero.  WTF???

According to


[heer-oh] Show IPA
–noun, plural -roes; for 5 also -ros.
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal: He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.
3. the principal male character in a story, play, film, etc.
4. Classical Mythology .
    a. a being of godlike prowess and beneficence who often came to be honored as a divinity.
    b. (in the Homeric period) a warrior-chieftain of special strength, courage, or ability.
    c. (in later antiquity) an immortal being; demigod.
6. the bread or roll used in making a hero sandwich.

1605–15; back formation from Middle English heroes  (plural) < Latin hērōs  (singular), hērōes  (plural) < Greek hḗrōs, hḗrōes

he·ro·like, adjective
sub·he·ro, noun, plural -roes.
un·he·ro, noun, plural -roes.
un·he·ro·like, adjective

3.  lead, star.
3.  villain, heavy.
Tell me where does this kid fit in here?  I rather cast him as the antonym, a villain or a heavy (rather).
I was interested in the opinions that went along the lines of, "his being violent in response to bullying is not the issue, the Internet and electronic media is the problem".
Mostly I just wonder why nobody went for a teacher or phoned the Police. They obviously had mobile phones, they recorded it! 
I keep coming back to this though: This happened in a school, where is the duty of care?

Saturday, 19 March 2011

IVF - Here we go again...

Trying for baby number 3.

Early last month I went to see my IVF Doctor to dicuss implanting our frozen embryos.  He decided as I am approaching my 40th birthday and I am thinking we'll try another full IVF cycle if the frozen ones don't work out, that he would get all the initial IVF tests done again.  So I went off and had about 9 vials of blood drawn and am patiently awaiting the ultrasound to confirm that we are ready to go ahead.

Patient. Hummmmm is not really a word that would be associated with me.

I finally have a date for the ultrasound. Yay! Next Wednesday is the day.

Hopefully things will move swiftly from now.