4am: I have been kept awake by a 2 yr old trying out various laughs at 3am. I kid you not! Was just trying to settle Max back down to sleep (still trying *sigh*) I heard a loud “HA. HA. HAAAA…” followed by silence. Did I just imagine that?? No? how do I know for sure? Because about 3 seconds later it’s followed by “hmmm, nope. don’t like that……. HE. HE. HEEEE…… YESSSSSS”and repeat for about half an hour.

11am: He eventually went to sleep once I had gone in to tell him to, I think he may have an imaginary friend the way he was talking last night. Kept saying things like “I’m gonna tickle you”, “you need a drink too?” etc… either that or he is one smart cookie and was trying to sweet-talk me into doing things for him without actually sweet-talking me, if ya get what I mean!

He’s currently sitting opposite me at the PC playing his Gameboy… the bane of my life *sigh*
Max is sleeping - finally… it felt like he was up half the night being unsettled.

Oh, and we got one step closer to J sterilising the bottles properly… he washed them and put them in the steriliser, we’ve yet to get him to switch it on though, and I was still left having to make them up at all hours because he’d forgotten yet again. We will get there I’m sure… probably by around the time they no longer need sterilised anymore.

Ooooh and other news, I got my first bling! Thanks to Veronica for this cute lil badge

I’ll wear it with pride
I’m still looking into the self-hosting thingy, we shall see how it goes. It’s definitely something I’ll do at some point in the future… most likely as soon as I can, so watch this space.

So there I was making bottles up at 4am this morning *sigh. It’s times like these I really feel envious of the breast-feeders out there that’s for sure! Why is it that men seem totally incapable of doing anything chore-like unless they are prodded?? Of course it’s all my fault for not reminding him. Can you see the steam coming out of my ears yet…? Oh well, at least I can guilt-trip J into giving me a bit of a lie in later on this morning. I hope.

Christmas is two weeks on tuesday - TWO WEEKS. Oh my god I am nowhere near ready. We have no food yet, no Christmas presents, hell I haven’t even found the cards that I stashed away last year to send out this year (so much for buying a bargain when i can’t find it when I need to!). I was thinking of getting the decorations out this weekend, want to make the most of the season and all that, but at the same time I can see me telling Zack off constantly for trying to climb on or rearrange the tree, so maybe I will leave it for next weekend.

Bittersweet news we got yesterday - my dad finally has a date for his operation to remove some kidney stones and a stent that was put in 11 weeks ago and has been causing immense pain ever since. I’m so glad that he’s now got a date, it’s been horrible seeing him so sore - he’s never normally one to complain if he’s unwell, but this has just been unbearable for him.
The downside? The operation is scheduled for Dec 20th, which means we won’t be spending Christmas together after all, something that we were all so looking forward too. I know I should just be over the moon that he’s finally going to be relieved of this pain, and don’t get me wrong I really really am, but a- they should have sorted this out much sooner than they have, and b- now we don’t get to have the big family Christmas I’ve been hoping for since Zack was born.

There’s always next year of course… I just hope that they both keep well enough to be able to come over then!

Hmmm… what else to say? Oh, of course… some of my favourite bloggers have recently changed platforms to their own hosts… I had been musing doing the same thing at some point as I like being able to fiddle around with these sort of things, it’s a bit of a hobby I suppose. At the moment the only thing that’s stopping me is cash-flow. It’s just not a good time of year to fork out extra money I’m afraid, especially when I still have everything else to organise for Christmas first… 2 weeks on Tuesday, bloody hell! Anyway, back to what I was saying… what was I saying? Oh yes, I hope to have my own domain up by the new year, or just after. We shall see! After that there will be no more hopping about I promise!

Right. Max has finally dropped off and is no longer snuffling and grunting (gotta love those baby noises…just not at 4am) so I’m off to catch a lil more sleep before the troops wake.

Why do I bother asking J to do the night feeds?? I mean really… is there any point? If it’s not me having to thump him to wake when Max is crying for a feed, it’s me having to get up and clean up puke that seems to be something he is incapable of doing, not to mention the fact that I end up settling him after the nightfeed as his cot is on my side of the bed - that can take anywhere from 15 min to 2 hours by the way.

Last night for example… J was to do the night feed. The lucky sod only had to do one feed as Max was a good boy for him - why not me?? I had gone to bed early making the assumption that J would notice the bottles needed to be sterilised etc before going to bed. Lo and behold when I went into the kitchen to get some painkillers at 4am (killer headache hence the early night) the bottles had been left. So there I was doing the bottles with a banging headache at 4am in the frickin morning… I mean COME ON!!!!

rant over… for now

Thanks J, now we all have the dreaded cold/flu thing you have… I know it’s all about giving in a relationship but really, you could have kept that one just for you honey!

My eyes just want to close, but there’s too much to be done, I may be unwell but so is everyone else so it’s up to me to take care of them all *sigh*.

The life of a SAHM, who’d change it eh? Most of the time I love it, but when you are hit with things like this it just gets me down a little bit - when do I get ’sick days’ when I can have a day off my work and just stay in bed? I don’t, because J can’t take time off to look after the kids when I’m ill, which is fair enough I suppose, but still - I’m cranky and have every right to whinge about my lack of days-off when I’m sick, it is my blog after all! lol

So… if I’m not around for the next couple of days you know why - I’m off sick. I’m going to get some cold medicine…maybe chocolate (ok definitely chocolate) and I might even see about watching a Disney movie once Zack’s up just to make myself feel a little better… *sniff*

I went into the bedroom to get changed, looked over at Max and couldn’t hear him breathing (he’s usually snoring away)… put my hand on his chest and wasn’t *quite* sure if I could feel him breathing. Oh my god I’ve never been so freaked out. He’s fine, was just in a very deep sleep. I’ll be prodding and poking him all night now to make sure he’s ok! Still… it makes you think. I’ve got that horrible pit-of-you-stomach feeling cause I can’t shake the stupid imagination I have that has me thinking”what if that actually had happened, how differently you would be acting right now…”.

Once again I end up blogging very late into the night (for me at least!) and I should so be in bed by now… I’m doing the night feeds with the idea that I’m having a lie in tomorrow - we shall see if I actually get that with two kids and J up and about…*sigh*

I had initially been going to ask for him to do the night feeds so I had a night off, but then I figured there’s not much point in that when I’d have to batter J to get him to actually wake up (lucky lucky man who can sleep through anything!) and then I end up having to get up for a loo break or whatever anyway, and can’t get back to sleep because of all the snuffling etc that Max gets up to. So I might as well just get up and do these feeds in the vain hope that I’ll get my catch-up tomorrow morning…

I’m in two minds whether to make up a bottle for the lil guy now in an attempt to ‘dreamfeed’ him, or whether to just go to bed and see when he wakes.

Ooh and check out Veronica’s blog… she’s got a great site there, and is one of the first bloggy-friends I’ve made