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This post marks my achievement of managing to post every day for the first month of the year! The plan of course is to keep it up for the whole year, but a month at a time seems more achievable!
It's been an interesting exercise. Last year I found myself posting less and less, as things in my life got harder to deal with, I found it harder to know what to say, so there were huge gaps in my blogging. The goal of trying to post every day has meant that even when I really haven't felt like saying anything, I've managed to find words, even if only a few. And it is giving a more honest picture of my life in a way - the times I've felt low, I've said so because I haven't been able to summon cheerfulness for a post. So at times, instead of silence from me, you get misery! *grin*
Last night was hard work. I went to bed fairly early but struggled to get to sleep (may I just say now how much I hate my mattress; I am going to save up for a new one that I can't feel the springs in, but for now I am fairly sure that is why I'm sleeping so badly and am so tired all the time, at the moment), so I read for ages and ages and ages. After midnight Little Three began to cry. I went to investigate - her ear was hurting. I administered paracetamol. Went back to bed and carried on reading.
About an hour later, she began to cry again. Ear still hurting. I administered ibuprofen. Went back to bed and carried on reading.
About another hour later, she began to cry again. Ear still hurting. No more medicine I could administer at this point, so I got her to come and get in bed with me. Two o'clock ish at this point and I still hadn't been to sleep at all. She lay in bed next to me, I carried on reading. We had some interesting middle-of-the-night conversations; my favourite one was her musings about the Giant Spider we went to see in Liverpool last year - she was wondering aloud how it got to all the different places it went to, and decided that maybe they take it all to pieces and carry it on a boat in a bag. I smothered my huge grin (it would have to be a bloody big bag!!) and said 'you never know!' :-D
No idea at all what time I got to sleep. Finally switched the light off and the two of us snuggled down in my single bed - she was wriggling about and as well as the mattress driving me up the wall, I was at that horrible stage where my pillows felt as though they had bricks in them and I couldn't stand the thought of sleeping on them a moment longer. Then as I lay there I started reliving in my mind all the events of my dad's death last year (it's the anniversary on Thursday and it's playing on my mind a lot)... we must have both got to sleep in the end but I reckon it was probably somewhere between three and four in the morning. Bah.
Got up about half past nine this morning but I'd been awake for a while - at some point after it got light I'd sent L3 away as she was awake and bouncing about and disturbing me! I phoned Mum to wish her happy birthday and arrange what time we were picking her up to go out for lunch, then got dressed, washed my hair, breakfasted and ready for church.
I think I partly slept through church - not in actual sleep, but my head wasn't quite connected with what was going on, apart from when we sang 'Faithful vigil ended' and that set me off thinking about Dad again. :-( After the service we came home briefly, got ready to go out again then went to collect Mum. She was really pleased with her present and all her cards - I'd bought her one and all three children had made her one each as well!
We went to the Beefeater and it was lovely. I had chicken wrapped in bacon with chips and roast veg, and chocolate fudge cake with ice cream. Everybody ate every scrap of food on their plates and we all thoroughly enjoyed it all! It was a really nice time and a lovely way to celebrate Mum being 72. :-)
We went back to Mum's after for a chill out and a cuppa. The children settled down in front of CBBC and I somehow fell asleep in the armchair for about an hour without meaning to at all! I felt wonderfully refreshed when I woke up, though I was very apologetic for being so anti-social!
Home for bedtime, basically! I bathed Little Three and washed her hair, gave her two different types of medicine and warmed up my wheat bag for her to hold against her ear in bed. I can do no more, but really really hope she doesn't end up in bed with me again tonight! Bathed and hairwashed Two next, and he is now in bed as well. One is currently bathing herself; she doesn't need my input for which I am truly grateful!
It's been a busy day but a really nice one.
And while I've been typing this it has crossed my mind that under my bed is a spare mattress. Some experimental feeling around makes me think it is a bit less lumpy and spring-y than the one currently on my bed, so my next job is to wrestle with mattresses and do a swap! It might be a good temporary measure until I manage to obtain a rather posher one!
It's been an interesting exercise. Last year I found myself posting less and less, as things in my life got harder to deal with, I found it harder to know what to say, so there were huge gaps in my blogging. The goal of trying to post every day has meant that even when I really haven't felt like saying anything, I've managed to find words, even if only a few. And it is giving a more honest picture of my life in a way - the times I've felt low, I've said so because I haven't been able to summon cheerfulness for a post. So at times, instead of silence from me, you get misery! *grin*
Last night was hard work. I went to bed fairly early but struggled to get to sleep (may I just say now how much I hate my mattress; I am going to save up for a new one that I can't feel the springs in, but for now I am fairly sure that is why I'm sleeping so badly and am so tired all the time, at the moment), so I read for ages and ages and ages. After midnight Little Three began to cry. I went to investigate - her ear was hurting. I administered paracetamol. Went back to bed and carried on reading.
About an hour later, she began to cry again. Ear still hurting. I administered ibuprofen. Went back to bed and carried on reading.
About another hour later, she began to cry again. Ear still hurting. No more medicine I could administer at this point, so I got her to come and get in bed with me. Two o'clock ish at this point and I still hadn't been to sleep at all. She lay in bed next to me, I carried on reading. We had some interesting middle-of-the-night conversations; my favourite one was her musings about the Giant Spider we went to see in Liverpool last year - she was wondering aloud how it got to all the different places it went to, and decided that maybe they take it all to pieces and carry it on a boat in a bag. I smothered my huge grin (it would have to be a bloody big bag!!) and said 'you never know!' :-D
No idea at all what time I got to sleep. Finally switched the light off and the two of us snuggled down in my single bed - she was wriggling about and as well as the mattress driving me up the wall, I was at that horrible stage where my pillows felt as though they had bricks in them and I couldn't stand the thought of sleeping on them a moment longer. Then as I lay there I started reliving in my mind all the events of my dad's death last year (it's the anniversary on Thursday and it's playing on my mind a lot)... we must have both got to sleep in the end but I reckon it was probably somewhere between three and four in the morning. Bah.
Got up about half past nine this morning but I'd been awake for a while - at some point after it got light I'd sent L3 away as she was awake and bouncing about and disturbing me! I phoned Mum to wish her happy birthday and arrange what time we were picking her up to go out for lunch, then got dressed, washed my hair, breakfasted and ready for church.
I think I partly slept through church - not in actual sleep, but my head wasn't quite connected with what was going on, apart from when we sang 'Faithful vigil ended' and that set me off thinking about Dad again. :-( After the service we came home briefly, got ready to go out again then went to collect Mum. She was really pleased with her present and all her cards - I'd bought her one and all three children had made her one each as well!
We went to the Beefeater and it was lovely. I had chicken wrapped in bacon with chips and roast veg, and chocolate fudge cake with ice cream. Everybody ate every scrap of food on their plates and we all thoroughly enjoyed it all! It was a really nice time and a lovely way to celebrate Mum being 72. :-)
We went back to Mum's after for a chill out and a cuppa. The children settled down in front of CBBC and I somehow fell asleep in the armchair for about an hour without meaning to at all! I felt wonderfully refreshed when I woke up, though I was very apologetic for being so anti-social!
Home for bedtime, basically! I bathed Little Three and washed her hair, gave her two different types of medicine and warmed up my wheat bag for her to hold against her ear in bed. I can do no more, but really really hope she doesn't end up in bed with me again tonight! Bathed and hairwashed Two next, and he is now in bed as well. One is currently bathing herself; she doesn't need my input for which I am truly grateful!
It's been a busy day but a really nice one.
And while I've been typing this it has crossed my mind that under my bed is a spare mattress. Some experimental feeling around makes me think it is a bit less lumpy and spring-y than the one currently on my bed, so my next job is to wrestle with mattresses and do a swap! It might be a good temporary measure until I manage to obtain a rather posher one!