Tuesday, 31 July 2007
Sorry Jon your birthday is not going to be very special today, who would have thought we would still be so sick for this long. Jon is wrapped up in bed now trying to keep warm.
I feel bad, I didn't get chance to wrap his presents, the kids were making cards for him at last minute last night, coughing and crying over the paper - nice!!
I posted a present to my gran and then heard there is a UK postal strike so she may not get it in time.
My gran has got grandchildren and great grandchildren here in Australia, the UK and in Canada. Gran, god bless her, sent Jon some AU$$ and some Canadian dollars, I am assuming my cousin in Canada got the same.
She is starting to remind me of my Nanna who passed last year. She always managed to spell words wrong in our Christmas and Birthday Cards, it was cute and amusing we used to look out for it. She would spell my mam's (her daughter's) name wrong. She even spelt her own name wrong on occasion, and somtimes we were surprised how the cards arrived at all. Every error was different every time. I miss her.
Monday, 30 July 2007
This sickness has come on so quickly. It was quite amusing in a way cos Jon is approx 2.5 hours behind me with the bug. Everything I feel, he gets 2.5 hours later. Youngest is a lot better but still not right. She is very clingy, I am struggling to keep up with who got what meds when. Baby is allergic to Panadol but can have Nurofen and Panadol suppositries - whole other story. I am allergic to Nurofen and can only have Panadol. Jon will take any drug he can get his hand on right now.
This bug is really nasty. I have just had to cancel creche, swimming and physio for tomorrow and will see tomorrow about Wednesdays appointments.
Sunday, 29 July 2007
Not much of a choice and especially as I feel really sick. My head is pounding, my throat hurts, my cough is not giving up and my chest is tight. I think I have caught the lurgy. I am not ready. I haven't totally gotten over my last cold. So panadol and the book I think it is. The ironing and everything else will have to wait until the cleaning fairy arrives.
Oh as I had my hands full (literally) all day yesterday with a 2 year old and my husband was out at soccer and then driving around all the local suburbs looking for a late night pharmacy, I tried to order a Pizza for dinner for the family. I got through it ok I thought for a first timer and then they said an hour and a half, can you believe it? Can you see me telling my other kids, I have ordered Pizza, it will be here by the morning!!! Yeah right. I should have known I could rely on Jon to bring home, panadol, nurofen and McDonalds.
I have tried to convince her that she needs to go to bed for a rest and maybe she will be well enough to go to a playground later for a few minutes. Needless to say she is in her bed crying, I feel evil, but I have no doubt she will cry herself to sleep and feel better afterwards. I just hope she is not feeling neglected and bears scars for life due to her mother dumping her in bed, even if it is for her own good. Oh the wills of 2 year olds. Tell me it gets better.............Please???
He said you need to write about something controversial.
The problem is, I have a problem being controversial. I would love to be controversial but I seem to care too much about hurting other people’s feelings. I worry about who might read my blog and be offended, especially people I know and like but do annoying things every so often, you know, things that could be interesting to write about. The problem with this is the guilt that I carry when I do something that I think might have upset someone, or the stress that builds with the fear I might do something to offend someone.
I am even teaching my children to be nice to other people, to be considerate of their feelings, to try and make sure that everyone is happy. What a huge burden that is (for me, never mind for a child). I am not saying that it is OK to be rude to people or to be totally selfish and inconsiderate but is it really my job/my kids job to make sure everyone else is happy? What is wrong with doing something that might slightly offend or upset someone else if it means that my/my kids’ life is so much better or happier?
And to take this a stage further, there don’t appear to be too many people around that go out of their way to avoid upsetting people all of the time. Again I am not saying that everyone is rude and selfish and that my family is the only virtuous family around but that pleasing others is not their main goal in life.
So, where has this come from today, what has happened to make me write about this today, and will I regret it tomorrow? Probably, but right now I don’t care. Is this progress? I don’t know.
Someone who I like, but due to their actions has made me not like them so much now, didn’t have a problem with saying and doing something that upsets another person. (See I am still very cryptic and vague – I will work on that for the future).
Even now, I am feeling bad for disliking someone even though their actions totally warrant it and more or maybe what I am angry about is that I am wasting time dealing with it. (I knew when I starting writing that this wouldn’t make much sense.)
My husband coaches a local soccer team, and he does it really well. However one of the parents decided yesterday, during the game, I might add, to question his integrity, coaching and managing skills by saying that he is not being fair with the amount of time the players are being substituted.
Now maybe these parents don’t know, but the amount of time and effort that my husband puts into coaching this team way exceeds the 1 hour of training and the 40 minutes of the game each week.
He has, in his own time, taken coaching courses, so that he could teach these kids to the best of his ability.
He spends time each week planning the training sessions so that the kids can learn the skills they need in a fun way.
He spends hours updating the website with photos and match reports so that the other parents can have a record of their child’s achievements.
He records exactly how much time each player has on the field, who scored, who assists (cos it’s not all about who scores), who saves, and much more (OK, sounds a bit overboard to me but he is very passionate about it).
He takes the kids to gala days.
He rings around other teams to arrange friendly matches and I am sure he does so much more.
In addition to this, he is a total stress ball before the matches and I am pretty certain that this is the cause of the grey hair and not me or our own kids.
To summarize, he is a great coach, I don’t think the team could ask for better and to question his integrity is just plain rude.
Just to clarify, as if I need to!!! Once analysed, all the stats show, that the disadvantaged??? player actually has had more playing time than any other player in the team.
Saturday, 28 July 2007
Before we left the youngest was a bit clingy, I was a bit naughty and dosed her up with Nurofen, and off we went. She was fine when we got to the centre and I figured, nothing would happen in the 2 hours that I was away from her. (and it didn't) I did however make the decision not to drink, not even a glass of wine, because I suspected I would be in for a rough night. Meal was very nice, company, nice to catch up with my husband again and that kids had a ball. Baby girl was fine.
Came home, put them to bed and baby vomited. Changed the bed, gave lots of cuddles and more Nurofen, but her back to bed and you guessed it, she puked again. Now struggling for bedding. Decided not to put her to bed yet, but keep her downstairs with us, near the easily cleanable tiled floor. She fell asleep, and settled. Did have a rough night, she had a very high temperature and was awake on and off through the night. I started to realise that my 8am creche and gym appointment would not be happening.
This morning, I also cancelled dinner for tonight. I had arranged for friends to come over, but didn't think it was right to pass her germs onto 2 other families (and 5 kids).
Just as well really cos our stars for today said that the evening would not be fun. I figured either it went ahead and she puked or we had to cancel. (oh my god this is the first time I have ever modified my life as a result of reading my stars)
As it is I have never seen her so sick. She has stopped puking but can barely walk, keeps whimpering and crying, won't eat and I can't do anything to help her. It really breaks my heart to see her like this. Glad I cancelled, even if the evening had been ok, I could not justify not cuddling her all day.
ps my washing machine is more tired than usual today.
Thursday, 26 July 2007
This chilly morning I was hanging out washing and my 2 year old was with me. She said, "I have smoke coming out of my mouth."
Something that is so normal for us is a huge experience for her.
The other day my 7 (almost 8) year old son had his head in the freezer looking for his breath.
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
Friday, 20 July 2007
Last week I asked a question about the Whyte Corporation and since then I have been getting emails in response. The emails are not from the usual people so I asked how they came across my blog.
It appears that they searched on google for Whyte Corporation. So, I did the same. The results showed the company website first and my lowly little blog second. I was very surprised but started to think about the damage that could be done to various companies by blogging.
I guess it is a good thing I am honest.
I also wonder though what other company names can be posted here and then have my blog turn up in the search engines.
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Friday, 13 July 2007
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Has anyone heard of the Whyte Corporation? They want to come round to sit down and talk to us for 15 minutes promising to save $000's off our mortgage! My rule is if it sounds too good to be true - it probably is!
We all have enough on our plate right now without difficult decisions regarding our finances!
As for the DNC Register - it seems that it only applies to NSW companies calling NSW. Is it OK for a firm in Queensland to call Sydney and vice versa?
I have far too many decisions to make. Occasional Care, Family Day Care or Long Day Care. What I really need is my mum, but she is not here so I have to choose. Not only what is the best for my children but also what is best for my family, business, finances, sanity. It is all too hard.
Do I keep my kids in preschool or just go with the day care, do I do both or none. And what about my son, before and after school care or neighbours and friends.
I think I come up with an answer and then I change my mind again. I really do need my mum, even if just to tell me what to do, but my mum is too good for that. She would say I have to do what is right for me - and I just don't know.
Monday, 9 July 2007
Friday, 6 July 2007
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
I am desperately trying to figure out why my 3 year old daughter feels I need her help in dressing in the morning.
I try every morning to get up at least 20 minutes before everyone else so that I can have a cup of tea and read the news/blogs in peace before the chaos that is my day starts. Sometimes though, the little devils manage to trump me and be in my bed before I manage to get out of it. On these days, I throw on a dressing gown and come downstairs with them.
This means that when I return up the stairs to shower, clean teeth and dress I usually have an audience. I have gotten used to the audience but now the audience has started to participate.
My daughter, gets clothes out of my drawers and puts them on my bed ready for me to wear, just as I do for her. Why does she think when she can't do it for herself, that she needs to do it for me. Not only that, she is a really girly girl so the clothes that she chooses and gets out are not usually appropriate for a morning at the gym, or a day cleaning, or even a shopping trip. However when I point this out to her she gets highly offended, then her whine gets higher in octave, which brings the other children running to gang up on me as though I am the wicked stepmother and not the mother that loves??? them dearly and would never dream of hurting them????
Does she think I don't have enough work and would love to spend more time ironing, washing in cleaning, is she trying to say I need to improve my dress sense, or is she just trying to be helpful and loving?
I then took the kids to the playground for morning tea and a play, then back home for lunch and try and get the girls down for a sleep. Failed with one so we played soccer out the back.
Our back yard is tiered but down either side it is a full on slope and my eldest daughter decided to ride down this on her bike - with her training wheels, needless to say we are very lucky we didn't need to go to hospital. She did need her arm bandaging but only to fix the tears not the arm.
This is where I should have realised that things were going to take a turn for the worse, my youngest daughter slept for almost 4 hours this is so unlike her, but I just put it down to tiredness. How dumb am I?
When she got up she was so clingy and whiney and whingey etc etc. She refused dinner (nothing new there but that is another story) and a little later threw up and again, gave her panadol and she threw it up immediately. Then refused any more medicine and the harder I tried the more defiant she got.
To top all this I was on my own (Jon is in Melbourne, but don't worry he had a blow by blow account of the whole thing) trying to bathe 3 children one still vomiting, another trying to mother her to the point that I was yelling at her to leave her alone and thankfully my son being as helpful as he could. I do not know how single parents manage?
I was only up twice in the night, it could have been so much worse.
This morning I called the gym and cancelled the creche, I am not one of those mothers who can take their kids in all sick and snotty and expect someone else to deal with them, nor do I like the idea of passing the sickness to all the other children (although we probably got it from there in the first place). Nor do I think I could stop yawning enough to breathe properly and would probably end up with a stitch.
I am hoping for a vomit free day today.