Archive for November, 2008

it’s not the heat that gets you its the humidity…..

November 20, 2008 at 7:47 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

and in sydney at the moment we have plenty, I guessing its storm season or something like that big dark clouds roll by every day. sometimes they stop and drop their load on us others they just keep the humidity in and make us hope that the rain will cool the day down only to pass over and out  to sea

Last night was an awesome storm, huge cracks of thunder flashes of lightning every where. the poor woofs were allowed in the sun room girly huddled in the corner between the bar and the wall, Champ just sat at the door to the rest of the house hopeing to be allowed in poor babies they get so scared at least they just huddle unlike the little dogs i grew up with who would run around barking at the storm ….. Buffy (the miniture fox terrier ) used to shiver for hours befor the storm hit but Bob and Gemma (jack russels) were keen to tell it where to go

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planning a holiday

November 11, 2008 at 9:52 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

I just discovered another reason we have not gone away for more than a weekend together in 7 years its sooo hard to plan and everything seems so expensive

Do we go north say port mac, taree, kempsey, forster

or south Kiama, shell harbour, jervis bay, eurobadalla, batemans bay, Bega

on top of that do we go coast and spend time on the beach or inland and enjoy the countryside and fresh air?

Do we camp? or hire a cabin or if we can find one at a good price a house?

Do I drive and the boy ride so we’ll pick the scienic route? the boy isn’t really up for that Idea apparently family holidays are about arguing and getting bored on the long car trip

oh decisions decisions we have a few months yet, I was thinking febuary but I might think more somewhere later in the year depends on when the Lbil is getting married

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holididdles and a hens night

November 10, 2008 at 3:22 pm · Filed under baby, family

Miss and I went away for the weekend, Mabel is getting married and decided to have a girls weeken, he had her Ds who is a month older than miss with her (working on a good name ) so I took miss the plan was that once they got tired her mum and I would take them and put them to bed then I’d go back to the party at the pup down the road from where we were staying

it didn’t quite work that way, her mum was having such a good time, a small group of us took the kids (there was also an older boy) home to bed two were going to stay and babysit, they had had their night but miss didn’t got to sleep til very late when i figured they wouldn’t let me back in anyway so we sat an watched a latenight movie.

I’m sure there were a few sore heads the next morning, mabels mum was definatly one of  them,  which is good because she dosen’t get out much but not so good cause mabel was looking after her mum on her own hens night

saturday was a lovley day for  the beach, miss didn’t mind the water but screamed when I sat her in the sand … I was like that too, I still don’t particularly like getting sandy it took alot of convincing that it wouldn’t be that bad if she got a little sandy

we had a good night sausage sandwiches for dinner and a good game of I spy which is an odd thing for a group og adults to be playing buyt great fun because you also have to get the right word for the thing (candelabra or candle holder depends on who spies it) made much more dificult by a few very potent drinks

have to ad we have progressed fro Rah Rah to buy by and Du  Du  to Du…CKKK very cute but I’m pretty sure its still parroting not enough to be saying a first word…. jee maybe I’m a bit hard on expectations

in the sand at the beach

in the sand at the beach

not liking the sand on her hand

not liking the sand on her hand

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Boobies men and the boy

November 5, 2008 at 3:44 pm · Filed under baby, family, whinging, work

I woke up this morning after my nap to the boy yelling at miss for making a mess with her egg and toast, he just dosen’t seem to get that if he sits at the table with her and eats she eats rather than plays then there was alot of crying it was her nap time, which also means feed time I wwas glad I was awake cause then I could feed her ….. oh how wrong I was, the water board had turned off the water to put a valve in the street, the boy made up a bottle of formula with the hot water because thats all that was running, It was way to hot so he was stressing at miss to shut up and wait, I got up and went to get her, I got yelled at to go back to bed, Like I can sleep with full boobies and a sreaming baby in the house…. i’ll let you imagine the arguement including him being informed that the bottles so I could sleep are the reason we had to buy formula in the first place, followed by me officially leaving, he reckons he and she can live with out me than so be it my departure was accompanied by protests over my tired state and lack of sleep and driving not going together very well. I went anyway, I couldn’t care less, I even sorta hoped I’d get into a big crash. where was I going to go what was I going to do I didn’t know nor did I care I followed the roads to the freeway then headed up the mountains…….. almost blinded by tears till halfway upp, driving hard is a great stress reliever, i was thinking I’l use half a tank then head back home, but I’m so tired, I don’t want to go crawling back, let him worry for a while maybe go till 1 and turn around then I’ll get home just before he leaves for work…. I saw thw sign to richmond, that sounded like a nice drive, from almost katoomba to richmond off I went…… I got a txet, with a pic of miss in her swing, “come hoem and sleep mummy, we’ll be quiet” he just so doesnt get it, I replied that the noise wasn’t the issue his refusing to let me feed my baby was “well do what you want then, I’l throw the formula out”, that so wasn’t what I wanted I still haven’t got what I want, a simple I’m sorry I yelled at you I understand things aren’t the way you hoped they would be is all I want, its too late to theorw out the formula, I simply don’t have the time or the support to be able to build my supply back to what it was before last time i did night shift. i got home around lunch time, miss was asleep, I got the pump out ( i hate doing that at home) got 75mls total and showed the boy, ” I used to get 100mls every go ” ,”yeah well whatever”……. bastard

the other day at work the stupid first aid officer walks up to me out in the open and asks “are you stil lactating” i was taken back the first thang that went through my mind was WTF?(yes the letters not the words) I very gruffly informed him that I was and I intend to be for around 2 years “oh is tha how long they recomend is it” ….. another bastard … he can’t handle that he can no longer sleep in the first aid room or use it as his private lunch room…… tough no one else who relieves him does either of those things, they go and get the cordless phone and only go back in the afternoon to return the phone unless someone gets injured, i’m not happy with this one he keeps telling ppl what I am doing thats none of their business and the ones I see look rather embarressed by the knowledge being shared, he has also started moving my stuff, I plug my pump into the wall ready to go so all I have to do is attach the bottles, run the pump and store the milk this setup gets my time down to 10-15 mins he moves my pump into the corner on top of the fridge because it was in the way the last time he mentioned moving it was because the box inspector was coming ….. the time before that was a cleaner needed a bandaid and apparently he was going to toss it accross the room I will have to have a word with this man I need to be comfortable, I need privacy, if he can’t accept that I may have to have a word with the HR lady about the way I am being treated

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Juggling the work life balance

November 4, 2008 at 8:57 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

this week is night shift, I managed to cop 7 nights in a row with last week being a split shift

The Boy is unimpressed, but thats ok I’m unimpressed too, but in a different way, this is my equivilent of getting overtime, i got home yesterday and crawled into bed next to miss, I love just laying there watching them sleep they have the same expression and the same mouth .. anyway, miss wakes up crawls around the bed a bit then starts playing with the blinds followed by pulling my hair and hitting me in the face grrr I figued i wasn’t going to get any sleep and he wasn’t getting up any time soon so miss and I get up and ready to start the day, giving your 10 month old a bowl of weet bix and a spoon is a very messy affair, but an aweful lot less stress than trying to feed her. then we sat and watch the night garden miss wacks the TV anytime theres a face closeup its very cute glad we don’t have a plasma :lol:

the boy got up all stressed out because I got up and should have stayed in bed telling me to go back to bed and generally causing stress in the house, we were fine really watch tv ok so I may have been dozing on the lounge but its all good the day didn’t get much better from there the boy dosen’t let things slide, if its going to be a stressful day that will be the whole day

today was much better, they went swimming I slept for hours and hours for some reason i still feel tired but thats ok

he wants me to go on a shift permenatley Day, afternoon or night, if i can’t do that he wants me to find a job that can and is closer to home sadly that will mean no job security, at the moment if i lose my position they will retrain or redeploy me into another elsewere I don’t know of anywhere other than government jobs that do that, and lower pay, we get paid very well for what we do want more there is OT which I can’t do cause i need to be home for the nanny and shift work which I can do occasionally oh well andothe hurdle i guess

he started talking about No.2 again last night, he just so dosen’t get it I never particularly wanted children at all, child I figure i can do, 1 fits into most activities fairly easily, but apparently they need another or they end up stuffed up later in life, the example he gave was a friend of mine who I believe would be the way she is even with a sibling and I wouldn’t say is stuffed at all her parents are just better off than either of ours were so she grew up in a different world

theres another reason, we can’t afford another i want 12months off he reckons i’d get too depressed with that long off I reckon we just can’t afford it …. though this past week watching him deal with miss I don’t think he can handle a 2nd child to care for he yells at this one for the smallest thing

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