MNers out there...

Please tell me it isn't only me who does this...

I had to edit a whole post on here last night because I had done ^this^ when I wanted italics!!! I keep trying to do [[ ]] for links too.

Someone stole night time!

I swear it.

I went to bed, I closed my eyes, then the alarm went off.

I was really disoriented, convinced that I had set it wrong and it was only 2 mins after I got into bed.

Have woken up feeling tired before, but never experienced waking and being convinced I hadn't actually fallen asleep yet.

Now very disoriented, trying desperately to wake up/feel like I have slept so I can get lunchbox sorted, hair done etc.

Sux.

I HATE hormones! RARGH!

Ok, so Boy probably hates them more, but he doesn't get to count because they are my hormones and therefore everything is about me. Me, me, me!

I want to kill. Everything is having a nails on blackboard sensation.

People keep breathing at me funny, let alone the way they are looking.

I hate money. I want salt laden poppadums and curry but we have no bloody money for it because it is January and money is always hell in January. Oh, and February because you are still recovering from January and have 3 birthdays all on the same day, 2 the two days after, one of those you owe 2 years worth of presents so it will cost even more, and one is your son!

Until I do all the adding up I can't even risk buying cheap aldi wine because I need to work out the budget for the month.

Boy isn't helping me (most likely for fear of being yelled at for doing it wrong).

I have turned into a fire breathing beast. It is mainly pmt, and a small part disappointment - having had to ponder for the last 2 weeks about whether my stomach pains are baby related, it gave me time to get used to the idea of having one. I know having one would be stupid for sooo many reasons, but my baby is suddenly not a baby anymore and dammit I'm broody.

So, here I sit, playing cards

"I see spiders mummy"

"Hmmm?"

"What are those spiders for mummy?"

"They are stopping me killing people."

"Oh..."



I want to be a MAN. They go bald and get a bit impotent. I can handle that.

How do we solve a problem like not sleeping?

Another fun night from Flameboy.

He seems to be happy enough to sleep in his bed during the day, and during the night with the bottle, but not without one at night - it is then that he wants company.

So - rather than the various camps on the floor theory, or making the bed more enclosed, I'm now pondering whether or not we should just lose the bottles.

The timing is the problem though - now is not wise, I am pmt ravaged woman and will soon to be mopey "I wanna be a man" woman. Half term is going to be hectic what with going away, so again not wise. First week back after half term will be exhausting enough for Flamechick without sobbing boy in her room.... but then I can probably find a reason not to do it any time!!! Flamechick still gets upset about not having bottles NOW, and she stopped them over 12 months ago.

I will think on it some more.

In the meantime, Flamechick has had 5 dry nights out of 6 and wants to stop wearing pull ups. Last time that lead to her being very very tired, but we were lifting her. Seeing as she has been dry without lifting, it should be better. I've promised her she can try from Friday night.

For today's experiment Flameboy will try....

So, yesterday was how far up one's nostril will the average raisin go?

Today when we went to see Hatt, he decided to try something a little different....

I present:

Will my arse fit through a cat flap?

Apparently not!

Being the kind, caring parents we are, we did not leave him there to cry whilst we ran to find a camera... it was in our hands to begin with... oh yes, it was.... honest.

"Yeh. Stuck!"

It is always wise to be slightly concerned when a small boy comes in with half his finger up his nose saying "Stuck". Especially if raisins had been being eaten just prior.

He doesn't tend to stick his finger that far up as a rule.

So....

"Your finger's stuck?"

"Noooooooooo"

"A raisin is stuck?"

"Yeh. Stuck!"

So. What do you do in that situation? Not having done it before, I did what I always do with a new child problem - post on MN and call Psycho.

Psycho had me laying him back and shining a torch up his nose. The only one I had projects a spider onto the wall, but it gave off enough light for me to see that it was well and truly stuck out of my reach. She said A&E. MN said get him to blow his nose/sneeze* - wasn't happening, grab it with tweezers - I'm lethal enough with chopsticks let alone my pointy tweezers up a wriggling boy's nose, get to A&E.

Soooooooo - off we went. Called Gran to explain and ask her to collect Flamechick. Called Boy to tell him to meet us there from work.

A&E staff kept pretty much a straight face as they hoiked said raisin back out with tweezers. Flameboy glared at them when they threw away his raisin (waste of good food clearly). Once it was out he proudly pointed to his nose and said "Gone!"

Car journey home:

"Mummy..... Gone!"

"Yes. Did it hurt having a raisin up there?"

"Yeh"

"Are you going to do it again?"

"Yeh!"

Oh dear......




*further advice arrived after I left telling me to hold the good nostril, blow in his mouth and he should exhale from his nose. I will bear that in mind next time it happens... there will be a next time...

Woohoo! She's PREGNANT!

Noooooooooo, don't panic - I am not "she"

She is a very good friend of mine who has been trying for nearly two years now (her daughter is the same ages a Flameboy) - after trying for aaaaaaaaaaages for her first, this much wanted second pregnancy is now here!

Congratulations! I'm so pleased for you, even if it does mean that half term will involve me drinking your share of wine, and The Big Piss Up #2 will be very sober too ;)

Now... just adding up... 1st week of October I think!