My husband is a computer geek, sorry…Gamer is the preferred term. Now I knew this when I met him, and when I married him, and if I’m honest, I do love playing games on my pc ( World of Warcraft ) on our Wii ( My Sims ), yes OUR Wii… in fact I actually bought this console for US, although J seems to have a problem with saying it’s ours rather than his, as seems to be the case with anything computer-oriented in ur house, *groan*.

Now I’m happy to let him play his games once the little ones are in bed, or sleeping, even to play with Zack on particular games, but it’s reached a whole new level now… Zack is addicted to the gameboy, particularly Donkey Kong Country and anything to do with Mario and Luigi. The problem is he wants to play it ALL the time… he asks for it from first thing in the morning, as soon as he’s up from his nap, and wants to take it to bed with him (note I don’t actually let him have it all the time, although J would if I let him!). I knew I’d married a gamer but I didn’t think I’d end up with a gamer-son quite so young… he’s 2 years and 4 months old! I’ve got to give him some credit though - he can play these games better than me and it is a good way to give him something ’safe’ to do while I’m feeding Max, or on those days when everything is just too much for me to be up to my usual ‘fun-mum’ form.

Yesterday J was playing Super Mario Sunshine and Zack came out with this gem… “Nooooo Daddy - you’re going the wrong way, here I’ll show you!” proceeded to take the controller from him and take him to the person needed to continue the next part of the story. I was in stitches - this is a game that J has completed I don’t know how many times over, and his 2 year old son was instructing him on how to play! LMFAO!

I suppose I should have suspected this would happen… I just didn’t expect the obsession to start so young - he’s even got a Luigi doll who goes everywhere with him, and everytime he sees the Nintendo logo he yells “NEEENTENDO WOOHOO!!”

I’d better just accept it, I’ve got a gamer husband… I’m going to have gaming sons too.

Oh. my. god. I’m just too tired to think properly let alone type - it’s just as well there’s a spell checker on this thing. It’s 9pm and as soon as Max has actually settled to sleep in his cot I’ll be going to bed myself.

It’s times like this I wonder how I ever thought I had a clue as to what being truely exhausted really meant before having children of my own. I feel like I should apologise to any mums that I attempted to justify my tiredness to before becoming a mother myself. I can fully appreciate why people who can’t sleep are driven completely insane, I’m almost there myself at the moment!

*Just a couple more months and he’ll be sleeping through.* This is my mantra… If i didn’t keep repeating this to myself when I try to put the kettle in the fridge and the milk on the kettle’s hub (yes it did happen this morning…again), or wonder how Zack can possibly have grown so much not to fit into a vest to find that it’s actually his little brother’s, or even when I called a spork a cross between a fork and a knife as opposed to a fork and a spoon… I’m sure all of these blips are because of my sheer tiredness building up from the past 5 weeks and 4 days (5 days if you count the fact that I was in labour the night before M was born!). They can’t possibly just be my complete stupidity getting worse… can they? [J’s reading this over my shoulder and laughed at the above comment… he stopped when I asked if he wanted to be on night feeds for the next week /sigh…men have no idea!]

I really hope Max is a good boy for me tonight and sleeps well… I am dreading the thought of having to be awake for so much of the night when I could be having my precious sleep.

Ahh bliss… he’s fallen asleep which means soon I can too

Ok I’m probably jinxing myself by saying this… but we might just have managed to start the 4-hourly routine instead of 3-hourly with the feeding!
Last night Max fed at 7pm, 11pm, 3am, 7am, and again at 11am this morning… please let this continue!!

DH did the 11pm,3am and 7am feeds soI got a bit of a break, although he did keep falling asleep when Max began fussing and so I had to keep kicking him to wake up and see to him… bloody lucky men able to sleep through all the grunting and snuffling!!

Have also managed to get both of the boys down for a nap at the same time together… that’s 4 days in a row, woot!

J is attempting to sort out our spare (read junk) room atm, which means he’s moving around the junk to different areas around the house… typical! At least he’s doing something useful, I shouldn’t be complaining really… I just can’t seem to help myself can I?