Terrific Terrible Tuesdays

I shouldn't be sitting here, oh no, there are but a million things i need to do today. Instead, i am treating myself to another coffee and a little time on the computer while princess is happily watching her shows. Ok i'm not treating myself, i'm delaying. Oh well, it will all get done... Nothing will get done.

My bedroom looked like Christmas this morning and not in a good way. Self inflicted i suppose. Got princess up at 7 and brought her into bed with me , laid back down and thought i would treat myself to a wee little sleep in. I was awoken by the cat biting my toes and princess poking me in the eyes and honking my nose... again.. Here i thought princess had been playing innocently while i was catching some z's. Is it so innocent for her to find a box of tampons and decide to unwrap each and everyone of them? I don't understand her curiosity with them. The cat was overjoyed though, so many little "mouseys" to play with. Naughty me, how dare i try to sleep past 7 and not expect consequences.

On top of that, i think someone has kidnapped Hubby (hypothetically) This however is a great thing. Let me explain.. I have yet to tell you, and by "you" i mean no one *sigh* , that i have been sick lately. Awaiting blood/hormone test results to find out why my appetite, energy, and libido have all disappeard *double sigh*. H however has been an amazing support.  He has taken on the role of chef, and doing a great job at it might i add. Having no appetite it was slipping my mind to cook dinner, but over the last two weeks i have walked out into the kitchen to see meat deforsting on the sink, and a beautiful meal on the table at dinner time. Before this i was lucky to get a toasted sandwhich out of H, but now, i am even getting bacon and eggs in the morning on weekends. WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE? I am constantly thanking him and showing my appreciation, but what happens when i get better?

Do you think, maybe it would be too much to slip him a cookbook and an apron as a thank you gift?

Well i better finish up and start trudging through the giant to do list that comes with a tuesday, on top of getting ready to go away for easter. Princess, who was watching tv quietly, is now slowly making her way towards me,eyeing off the computer, and the cat is trying to help me type.


 

Fullfilling yet tiring.

Oh god.. It feels so nice to sit down, i'm spoiling myself with a little treat. It comes in a 12 pack but Cadbury says it's "treat size" so i don't feel so guilty about eating each and every one of them. I feel i deserve them anyways.

Today was First round of football for H. Princess and i missed every trial due to work, rain, distance. So when i woke up this morning saw a clear sky on a home game day,  i couldnt wait to get to the field and watch H play. Got up bright and early, got dressed and packed princess's bag. We got to the field and found a seat near a big enough play space for princess to run around. Soon enough H was off to get dressed and warmed up and i was watching the younger grade play. Princess however had other intentions.

She hunted down the bigger kids for their lollies, and was not happy when the children refused. She chased down the footballs off the teenagers, this, also, did not make for a happy princess, when they took their ball to play elsewhere. She didn't want what i had for her to eat or drink. There was just no pleasing her. 20 minutes into the game, i packed us up, and headed to the car. I strapped her back in her carseat, took a moment to collect my flustered self and came up with a plan b.

Princess is just independant i think. She wants to do things for herself. She doesn't want to sit in a pram, she wants to walk, she doesn't want the food i have for her, she wants to find her own. She doesnt want me to help her wipe when it is toilet time because she prefers to ball up an entire roll of toilet paper and DO IT HERSELF.

Anyways... We returned from the shops and i was prepared to make it through the day without giving up and heading home. I replaced her sippy cup with juice, her fruit with fruit "school" snacks, and a brand new ball to play with. This went better, she seemed more happy to wander around, with me following slightly behind so to not cramp her independant little style. I didn't get to watch ANY of the game, but i was pretty darn pleased with myself on not loosing my cool or just giving up and going home. I mean she is at a very awkward age for sporting events. Too old to sit in a pram and be content, not quite old enough to run off and play with the other kids in the tree.

Needless to say, come hometime we were both exhausted, Princess was in bed sleeping by 6pm, and i have downed 2 cups of coffee since 5. Jug is boiling with number 3 on the way.
It was a tiring day but fullfilling all the same. We ended up having a great day together, daddy won football, and i showed a huge ammount of self control and patience. More patience than ussual. Do you think patience can be taught or practised?

Thinking Thursdays

Society depicts that a sole parent carer should be a stay at home parent for at least the first 12 months of a childs life.

I think- that it should be a parents choice on when to go back to work. Not societys. Is it so wrong for a mother/father to go back to work  earlier so that they can provide the best for their family? Or like me, maybe they go back to work for some room to breathe?

I wont lie. I don't NEED to be back at work, but i still chose to, and i will tell you this much. It is pretty nice to be able to go to the toilet in peace for a couple of days a week. I don't think it is selfish, in fact i think both princess and i benefit from it. Because when i get that time to myself, i get my break, i get a chance to recharge the batteries and the oppurtunity to regain my patience. I'm a better mother because of it. I come home at the end of the working day missing princess, and she gets my undivided attention and love.

She goes to a small FDC while i am at work and absolutely loves it, since she has been going, she is less clingy, more social with other children, and learns a lot of things be it from the carers or the other children.

I did the stay at home mum thing for the first 10 months.
I don't have many fellow friends that are young mothers due to my age, and the lack of adult interaction almost drove me bonkers. Crazy to the point where i was singing kids song tunes in my sleep. Absolute true story. Oh yes bonkers where i would be singing head, shoulder, knees and toes as i washed myself in the shower. No this was not for the entertainment of princess. Princess would be in bed asleep.

Terrific Terrible Tuesdays

Tuesdays..... I work on mondays and look forward to them all day. However it gets to a tuesday and i'm left not knowing what to do with myself. I mean, it's not that i don't have anything to do, no, that is not the case at all. I have ALOT to do. Housework, appointments, groceries, general housewife/mother things.

I try to be as time efficient as possible so i can savour whats left of the afternoon to just relax with the princess. I guarantee you this almost never happens. Start with the washing for example. i tried to adopt a new method of getting it done this morning. So i power washed load after load, planning to hang them all out at once when they were finished. well, to give you an idea of how that went, feel free to check out the four wet loads still sitting in my laundry that will probably just get thrown in the dryer.

Princess can't make her mind up either. the fact that she sits at the front door with her backpack shows she obviously doesn't want to be stuck at home all day either. I tell my self...
"GO OUT....she will behave herself, go on, it will be fine."
ITS NEVER FINE.

Here are some examples of it not being fine.

Princess climbing out of her pram while im paying a bill... i end up involuntarily playing hide and seek amongst disapproving strangers. So i take her to the jungle gym so she can have a run about and play. I  end up  climbing the jungle gym myself to retrieve the cheeky brat that is sitting all the way at the top laughing at me through the netting. Meanwhile the pram loaded with groceries has tipped over and the other parents are left to stare at my box of tampons sitting on the floor. This is not fine.

We do have good moments through the day though, like the moment around 2pm when she retires to my arms and falls asleep giving me the chance to steal a kiss. Or them amazing moments when i ask for a cuddle and actually get one, instead of princess running up to me and honking my nose. So it's not all bad, i guess im just adjusting to having an independant toddler. She didn't remain a silent newborn for long. I'm sure you would agree they grow up way too fast.

So, the whole terrific tuesday?  Yeah... im still waiting..

Welcome to me..

So it's taken me about a week to try find the right way to start my blog. There is just so many ways to go about this, and so much to tell you. I figured my opening is the way I will be perceived by you. Then I thought bugger it. I've cared for too long about how people pigeonhole me, so I started this blog I guess to show you we are not all the same. To put it plainly I'm a young mum, 19 to be exact, so it's automatically assumed I was some foolish teenager than got herself knocked up. In reality though, I was a young girl fortunate enough to meet the love of my life at a young age. After 2 years of spending every second together, we decided to start a family.

I guess with young age comes an abundance of fertility, because 1 month later we were pregnant. Over the moon was an understatement, we would sit up all night planning our lives together. Unfortunately, just five weeks into the pregnancy I miscarried. It was horrible to experience such extreme emotions in such a small amount of time. I told myself it just wasn't meant to be and tried again. Once again, overjoyfully seeing them 2 lines. Although this time it felt different, butterflies in my tummy. I struggled to contain my excitement and find the right words to tell my partner that we were once again expecting.

Now like I had said this time around it was a different feeling. I couldn't wait to tell our families. We had not told them we were planning on trying, we didn't need to hear their judgments. Although, it went surprisingly well. We told his family first.Seeing as our sesame seed would be the 5th grandchild. It was all positive from that end. My family was very different. It had always just been my mum, my sister, and I. With me being the oldest my good news was greeted with tears and a storm out.

9 months down the track we had moved into our own house which I had proudly turned into a home. I guess the whole nesting stage helped somewhat. We welcomed our little girl. I shall refer to her as "the princess" because at 16months old she thinks she is all that and some.

At this moment In time we are living back in my hometown. I am working part time along with the full-time plus overtime that is being a mother. Whilst H ( for hubby ) is proudly supporting his family. Along with being the amazing daddy and favorite that he is.

I am sure over time I will fill you in on the ins and outs on how we got from there to here. But for now I want to say welcome to me. And a hello to my followers. All 0 of them. *snickers* .