Monday, April 19, 2010


Over the weekend I finally decided that it was time to take charge of my health and get my back problem sorted out. Today I left work early and went to the chiropractor who really spend a good couple of hours sorting out my problems.

I've been really down about my back. I had to spend the weekend in bed not moving because the pain got so bad. I was downing painkiller after painkiller and I really haven't eaten properly since Friday. I get so angry at myself that I keep putting other things before my health. Its so not on...if I am not well, what use am I to Liam or my darling husband?

Whilst having an emotional meltdown on the weekend, I said to my mum and husband that if this pain didn't get any better then Liam would be an only child. It killed me to say that, but I think I was just so tired and exhausted that I didn't really mean it.

Anyway, action has been taken, my Chiro Dane is working on a plan for me and its time to start taking care of me.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Be each others cheerleader...

I grabbed Liam out of the car and grabbed my massive bag full of stuff. Toys, snacks, nappies and whatever it is you need to take when you head out of the house for 5 minutes. I open the gate to see my friend standing at her front door, eyes full of tears, with two screaming children behind her. I see her crying and I start as well.

8.55am, Sunday morning. I've had a fight with my husband, over something silly, like not hanging out the washing properly. Uh-oh. Don't fight the woman who has PMT and 4 hours sleep. No way. So I bite his head off.

I go to see my friend and have our usual Sunday morning playdate. Another girlfriend arrives with her 4 year old. We have children climbing over us, wanting drinks, wanting snacks and wanting, wanting, wanting something. We are tired, we are stressed and we feel a lot older than our 35 years.

We talk about the same things for the next hour while changing a shitty nappy, or placating an upset child or dodging a piece of flying lego. How hard being a mum is, how we wish our husbands would do that extra or how easy it can be to break down in tears at the end of a hard day.

We talk about things we can do for ourselves. How we don't have to be a matyr or slave to motherhood. We can spend money on ourselves, or spend a night out with the girls. We arrange to have breakfast, sans the monkeys, next Sunday on our own.

I ring my best friend during my lunchbreak and ask if she has made her doctors appointment tomorrow. She checks on me to make sure I will get to go for my walk after work.

We are in this motherhood gig together. And we do forget about ourselves, so we make sure we don't let each other do that. Because underneath the tiredness and the dark circles, there is a woman that needs to be looked after. Without the labels of mother, wife and employee attached to her. She needs time to be herself.

So, we check back in with each other each day. How great is it to have friends like this?

Friday, April 9, 2010

Sitting in the boss's chair...

What a week. I've just had a glass of wine and managed to get my head around it all.

My boss is 24 weeks pregnant and got admitted to hospital last weekend. She is the most beautiful lady and we have established a really good working relationship after our little 'blip' at the beginning of the year.

I think though, she has pushed herself too far and her body is saying slow down. I am praying every night that her and her little bubba are safe because I would be devasted if something was wrong. I rang her during my lunchbreak today and have not heard from her since Monday.

So this week I got to do her job. Oh my. Now I know why I don't want to climb the career ladder and why I am quite happy in my job with its regular hours and salary. Last night I had to put myself to bed at 7pm with a temperature of 38 degrees. I was feeling rundown and just had to sleep.

Anyway, the weekend is upon us, I am looking forward to seeing my beloved Fremantle Dockers with my husband on Sunday while mum takes care of Liam and looking at more houses. I know our house is out there :)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bad blogger..

I've not been very good at regular updates lately have I?

Apologies. This month has been very busy. Work has been mad, Liam is teetering into the terrible two's (although he doesn't two until December so how does that work exactly?), we are house hunting and saving frantically to add to our deposit and just being generally crazzzzzyyyyy.

Easter is around the corner as we speak, so I promise a more interesting post in the next few days.

In the meantime, here is my little munchkin enjoying a Sunday coffee in the bath last weekend.

NB: I don't drink coffee, I have hot chocolate with one marshmallow (always will) and Liam becomes obsessed with my cup which I rinse out and let him play with!