Thursday 30 July 2015

The joys of maternity leave


In the half hour I have before my little tank (the baby is 1 month old but I swear to God that Chunk, as I like to call him, looks like a 6 month old) wakes for his next milk fix I thought I'd take the time to share some of the experiences I've had whilst on maternity leave.

I usually work full time 5 days a week, starting at 9am and finishing...well just when the work is done.  Sometimes that's 5pm, sometimes its 7pm.  So spending all this time off with my boys has been wonderful so far, and very amusing.

However the boy, who cried sore when we took him to daycare/nursery for a good 2 months, requested to go to nursery yesterday on one of the days he was not due to attend daycare.  Clearly I was too boring for the poor boy.

It also seems as though the roles have reversed, the boy has now taken to teaching ME manners, demanding I say thank you numerous times throughout the day.  Also, thanks to a weekend with his aunt, everything is now BOKE!  His feet, my cooking, the babys vomit...well I'll give him that one.

On one of the days when the Hubby was still on paternity leave I decided to have a lovely relaxing bath.  The Hubby was in the living room with the baby and the boy was in the back garden playing...in his boat, like Iggle Piggle (damn In The Night Garden).



Had my bath, looked out the window to check on the boy and this is what I found, I dunno how this happened...

This is the boy who hates wearing shorts or t-shirts because his arms/legs are exposed.  But apparently sleeping naked in the boat in the garden isn't as bad as shorts and t-shirt!

The baby is now making it known he wants his next helping of milk...gotta do, can't wait to fight with babys wind for a burp!


Friday 24 July 2015

First day flying solo


So, today my husband went back to work after 4 weeks off on paternity leave and for the first time I've been left alone and in charge (which is worrying) of not one but two boys!  My eldest boy will be 3 next month and the baby is now 1 month old.

This is something I've been worrying about since I got pregnant and the worrying only got more intense once my second little bundle of joy came and I realised just how much attention he demanded (damn you Colic!!)  The baby cries if you leave him in his moses basket, if you leave him in his bouncer seat, if you put him in the swing, if you lie him on his playmat, if you carry him in a baby carrier...if I didn't know better I'd assume my baby was seriously depressed.  So I wondered how I would do everyday things like the following if I constantly had to be holding baby:
- Get my boy breakfast and feed it to him (because the lazy little sod refuses to lift the spoon himself)
- Get my own breakfast
- Get a shower
- Get the boy ready for nursery/daycare (which he attends 2 days a week)
- Make the boy lunch
- Eat my lunch
- Make the family dinner

The list goes on but you get the idea.
So far today baby has made a total fool out of me because he has been considerably better today than he has previously...albeit he's been sleeping most of the day (I'm gonna pay for this tonight no doubt!)

It's 08:08 on my first morning alone with the boys! We have successfully had breakfast without difficulty, however I cannot see myself getting out of my pjs today 
😁 hurry up and come home husband

Update: it's 10:23 and we have managed to get a quick wash and brush our teeth (but still in pjs) followed by the boy administering me with 'medicine' which consists of water filled calpol syringe, each time he chases me with another dose insisting this is the last one... It never is.

11:00 successfully prepared a cottage pie which is ready to be cooked for dinner.

11:30 - if the boy asks me one more time "where's daddy?" I am gonna go all Vernon Dursley on him and put him under the stairs.


Thankfully shortly after lunch a friend came to play with the boy and kept him occupied for an hour or two.


It's now 16:17 - Hubby is on the way home and I feel like wonderwoman for surviving!!


Is it normal to feel nervous at the thought of spending the day alone with your children?
It's mega annoying when you see all your mummy friends on facebook looking like wonderful mothers and totally relishing spending the day with their multiple children...not that I don't enjoy being with my two...but it doesn't seem like the supermums posting all over my newsfeed get the nerves I do at the thought of it!

I think we can see why I've named myself Highly Strung Mum!