Toothpaste kisses
It has been forever since I wrote here.
Let's start again.
There's going to be another set of little feet pattering through the flat by the end of the year. How crazy is that?? I'm kind of surprised by my body that it managed to get pregnant, again, relatively quickly. Go body, you rock! Anyway, it is a scary thought as well. Janna is going through a phase, shall we say, of being rather difficult, so I am finding it daunting that I will have to deal with her and another little, tiny one who will need me constantly. At least by that time Janna will be more independent and able to do things by herself a little more. But, like I said, she seems to be going through a phase of being grumpy, whiny and generally not very happy or willing to be without me. WHICH IS SO FRUSTRATING. Because I am feeling nauseous and exhausted, and just wanting her not to clamber all over me and kick me in the face and pull my hair and expose my breasticulars to the world... She doesn't know that though. It's not malicious. That's what I keep on telling myself. It isn't. She's too young to be malicious.
She won't know what hit her, come December. Luckily, the other side of the family (the side I'm related by marriage to) will be coming up here for Christmas. That will mean lots of stress for me, having just had a baby, but it will be good having the extra hands for looking after and entertaining Janna. I'm actually quite looking forward to Christmas this year, not least because of all the family that will, God-willing, be around me. I love family.
Poor Janna, she is really struggling today. Another thing that's really cute and hard not to laugh at her about is how frustrated she now gets when she can't do things. She used to just kind of shrug her shoulders and move on to something else, but now it's really distressing to her that she can't hold every single pen she can find in one hand, or push her Little Tykes car through the tiny gap between the sofa and the door. She is so cute.
So today has been quite depressing. Her being weird and difficult to handle, me feeling ill and tired, Jack being not studying and me feeling sad for some reason. It makes everything so much flipping harder. I haven't done nearly any of the things that I needed to get done today. Except wash the nappies, which have now been sitting in the washing machine for more than 3 hours, waiting for me to hang them out. And the washing up desperately needs to be done; it is starting to smell really unpleasant in the kitchen...
Me? Oh yes, I am the Ultimate Domestic Goddess.
Ta-ta.
Let's start again.
There's going to be another set of little feet pattering through the flat by the end of the year. How crazy is that?? I'm kind of surprised by my body that it managed to get pregnant, again, relatively quickly. Go body, you rock! Anyway, it is a scary thought as well. Janna is going through a phase, shall we say, of being rather difficult, so I am finding it daunting that I will have to deal with her and another little, tiny one who will need me constantly. At least by that time Janna will be more independent and able to do things by herself a little more. But, like I said, she seems to be going through a phase of being grumpy, whiny and generally not very happy or willing to be without me. WHICH IS SO FRUSTRATING. Because I am feeling nauseous and exhausted, and just wanting her not to clamber all over me and kick me in the face and pull my hair and expose my breasticulars to the world... She doesn't know that though. It's not malicious. That's what I keep on telling myself. It isn't. She's too young to be malicious.
She won't know what hit her, come December. Luckily, the other side of the family (the side I'm related by marriage to) will be coming up here for Christmas. That will mean lots of stress for me, having just had a baby, but it will be good having the extra hands for looking after and entertaining Janna. I'm actually quite looking forward to Christmas this year, not least because of all the family that will, God-willing, be around me. I love family.
Poor Janna, she is really struggling today. Another thing that's really cute and hard not to laugh at her about is how frustrated she now gets when she can't do things. She used to just kind of shrug her shoulders and move on to something else, but now it's really distressing to her that she can't hold every single pen she can find in one hand, or push her Little Tykes car through the tiny gap between the sofa and the door. She is so cute.
So today has been quite depressing. Her being weird and difficult to handle, me feeling ill and tired, Jack being not studying and me feeling sad for some reason. It makes everything so much flipping harder. I haven't done nearly any of the things that I needed to get done today. Except wash the nappies, which have now been sitting in the washing machine for more than 3 hours, waiting for me to hang them out. And the washing up desperately needs to be done; it is starting to smell really unpleasant in the kitchen...
Me? Oh yes, I am the Ultimate Domestic Goddess.
Ta-ta.