Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Wardrobe

Had a bad day today. 2 cups of coffee and I've been an edgy princess all afternoon.
The day started well, walked to the oval with baby in a pram, dog on a leash, boy & soccer ball close by. Baby fell asleep, dog fetched a stick over & over again, boy & mum played soccer, totally nailed it. Everyone was happy.
Come afternoon it all went slightly pear shaped, a sick hubby, a catnapping baby, question upon question from the 4 year old and a tired me. I'm really not at my best when I'm tired. Sorry family.
Next Friday I am going with some friends to see a play called "The Wardrobe'. Something darkly humorous about a mother of 3 boys locking herself in the cupboard at home for some respite. I can relate.
Only I'd lock myself in the shower, with hot water to drown out all the noise.
Maybe I'd take some wine & nibblies in too, plus my best fluffy towel.
Burn some oil, light some candles.
Maybe a book, I could run a hot, hot bath, throw in the good bubbles.
I think I'm salivating. It won'y happen yet, but it will happen. One day soon. I won't stay in forever, maybe a few hours.
It's a date. Looking forward to it.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

To Do List

There are several things I have on my To Do List, including :
Buy an umbrella. The Wet is here early and I keep getting rained on. As do my children. So make that buy 2 umbrellas.
Sort out my 7 boxes of mementos. Dating back to my early childhood through to my latest childs birth they are a mish mash of letters, cards, photos. It is a job so large I cannot face it. Yet. One box at a time perhaps.
Get a bikini wax. That thing is not pretty.
Find my sex drive. It's vanished, gone, disappeared. I used to be so proud of it, now I can only remember it if I try really hard and even then it's just a vague recollection.
Get a massage, or possibly several. One a day would be lovely.
Work out what I want to with my life. Write down some goals. My very own Bucket List.
Sleep. Thats right. Sleep for more than 4 hours without waking.

I possibly spend more time writing lists than actually achieving any of the things I write down. Still this ones public so anything could happen.

Angry Mother

12 weeks tomorrow, she's lovely, I keep reminding myself of that, precious, one of a kind, feisty, beautiful. But how she winds me up. Intentionally? Perhaps not. Hard to tell.
Courtesy of no longer being a pot smoker, after being one for many years, it seems I am now able to feel extreme rushes of anger. As a smoker, I had always just presumed I was a chilled out sort of a gal. Not so, apparently that was the THC working its magic and in fact I am prone to feeling rather distressed when under duress.
For example when my tiny child screams periodically at me throughout the day, due to being unable to fall asleep on her own as she finds her mothers arms the perfect place for a quiet nap. Unfortunately, I have many things I both need and like to do during the day, such as make & eat lunch with my son, drive a car, attempt household chores and of course wipe my bum. Therefore it is necessary for me to put my sleeping child quietly down, sometimes in her cot, sometimes on my bed, occasionally on the rocker.
Unfortunately I am perhaps not doing this correctly, as 9 times out of 10 she lets me know I have failed by waking up and screaming at me.
It's not fun for either of us, I feel guilty, hopeless, not to mention annoyed and of course, angry. How fucking hard is it to sleep? Stop acting like such a baby. Oh wait, right, I see.
There are times when I love her fiercely, adore her, she makes me melt and so proud. Then there are moments, short bursts where I'm so frustrated, so crazy with her, so angry.
All that I can do, in this state, in my tired world, where it's all so fucking hard, is turn to music. So I place my little girl calmly in her cot, shut the door and walk away, put my earphones in, ipod on, turn up the volume and enjoy 10 minutes of nothing but music that I love. I have even created a new playlist called 'Maggie' in honour of these times. Filled with tunes that are both heartfelt and emotional. Think Moby 'Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad' or Missy Higgins 'All For Believing'. It makes me a calmer mother, possibly not the greatest mother, but a better mother than I was 10 minutes before.