My love affair with the slow-cooker and the dishwasher

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Quick! Time to get things done

I went into this SAHM gig knowing that it was a lot of work. I have to say a big hats off to the mum’s who manage both home and work. But, I didn’t realise how difficult it would be with an active, inquisitive 9.5 month old son. I need to juggle the running of the household with impromptu games of chasey (on all fours).  I wish the all day ABC Kids channel kept him amused. Alas, once the theme song is finished, Ethan is bored with the TV and is off finding something else potentially dangerous to lick or headbutt.

Being able to chop up some meat and veggies then whacking it in the slow cooker has reduced my 4-6pm anxiety. I love my slow cooker. Especially, the nights that my husband works. The time he leaves coincides with dinner time and Ethan’s bed time. So, I was trying to cook dinner with a cranky and tired baby.  Now, I just get it all ready during his day time naps or while he’s playing with his dad and by dinner time it’s ready to serve.

Sad thing is, we have had the slow cooker the whole time. Tim’s folks got it for him before he’d even met me. It just took a while for things to click for me. I can be a little slow some times.

Then, once he was asleep I’d be running around trying to get all my “quiet” housework done. Now that my wonderful FIL has installed the dishwasher, I can put things in and set the timer to wash while I fold/put away Ethan and Tim’s toys.

I love things that make my life easier. And, I am not ashamed to say it. It means I get quality time with Ethan and can use his nap times to catch my breath instead of the mad dash to get everything done before he wakes up.

All I can do is laugh type of day

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It has just been one of those days. The kind that start at 4 am with my son overfilling his nappy. We have a family bed arrangement so if one of us wets the bed, we all sleep in a wet bed. Lucky for me, bub was cuddling me when the nappy had hit full capacity…leaving me with a uncomfortable wet patch and a wide-awake child. By 5am we gave up and got out of bed to watch the news and have coffee.

My husband works from 12-9 PM on Saturdays so he was busy ironing uniforms and getting ready. Ethan and I were laying on the couch watching TV when he rolled towards me and my heart stops. His face was covered in blood…as was our pillow. I managed to hobble (I’ll explain the hobbling in a sec) to the bathroom to get a face washer to wipe his face and stop the bleeding. You know what it was, a tiny scratch that had scabbed. It’s on the bridge of his nose and he must have wiped it everywhere. Yeah, not cool Ethan, not cool.

Now, the hobble. Before I was pregnant I had a possible disc injury. The drs never actually investigated it so I don’t know for sure. I’ve also got a cruddy spine and a pelvis that never recovered from the pregnancy (Those SPD/PGP stuff hasn’t gone away).Something has gone awry so I can’t weight bare on my right side.

Then there were some funny moments:

  • Ethan trying to touch the bubbles in the toilet
  • Gherkin yelling at the cat across the street
  • The discovery of Tim’s chocolate stash and watching Ethan’s reaction to the small taste he got of it.

Just when I thought I’ll try and get some housework done now that Ethan is asleep, my washing machine managed to liberate the drainage hose and flood our garage…Two things there: 1. It’s a 6.5kg capacity machine that had a full load, and 2. Did I mention we only moved in about a fortnight ago so most of our stuff is in cardboard boxes…in the laundry.

I swear, it’s Wine O’clock and I don’t even drink.

All I can do is laugh…I’m not game to cook dinner in case I set it on fire (again)

The machine just finished and is singing at me to get back into my good graces. I’m not convinced.

Becoming a Working Mum

I have decided to go back to university. I have half an Arts degree with a double major in psychology, and a Diploma in Youth Work. However, I no longer want to work in the industry. A bit of a pricey change of heart – I can just imagine my HECS repayments at the end of this. But, even as a child I have had a love of computers. Love at first sight – my Commodore 64. It’s a love I share with my Mum. I had a bit of a “teenage rebellion” and didn’t want to copy my mother.

I’m a little older now (*cough* 10 years) and IT plays to my strengths and skills. So, I have an application in for an Bachelor of Information Technology, with a backup preference of a Bachelor of Science. Both courses are external through the University of Southern Queensland. We have a campus within walking distance but they don’t offer my course, it’s only available in Toowoomba: too far away from our house.

Offers are released June 6 so fingers crossed.

I love being a SAHM. But. I don’t know that we will be financially comfortable on a single income. That has definitely influenced things.

But also, before I met my husband I was in the dark depths of depression and my eating disorder (another blog post for another time). I was too ill to work. I was placed on DSP (disability support pension). I admit it was a bit of an ego blow to be told I was unfit to work. I am grateful for the support. Right now, I do still receive a part payment of DSP.

I have made massive strides with my mental health and believe I am ready to re-enter the workforce. By doing it on my terms now rather than waiting for Human Services means it will be a little less stressful.

I am excited and can’t wait!

To my Dovah: Happy half Birthday

My dearest little dovahkiin,

I can’t believe it has been 6 months since we welcomed you to the world. As I write this you are diligently trying to crawl. It feels like a world away from my sleepy little newborn who needed to be woken for a feed. Every day I sit here watching you learn a little bit more about the world.

You show me that daddy and I are good parents. We can see it in the way your eyes light up when we are together. I can see it when you reach out to make sure one of us is with you as you sleep each night. We are good parents because we do what works for you and what feels right for us.

Every time we go out on an adventure you are so willing to share you gorgeous gummy smile. I love that you always seem to spot the one person who needs cheering up and will start to chatter away to them.

I love every sleepy cuddle that we have. You don’t seem to like the cot at the moment so you get to sleep in the family bed. Apart from the fact that you steal my side of the bed, we love having you there. We are looking at getting a bigger bed so we can all get a good nights sleep.

Well, it is naptime now so I will wrap it up. Mummy and Daddy love you very much and are so grateful you are in our lives.

Love,

Mum

Good babies sleep through the night?

It’s the strangest but most common question I get asked:

“Is he a good baby?”

Um, yeah. How do I answer that? “Nah, he’s got flaws but Mater don’t offer refunds?”
I do what most parents do: smile and nod.

“So he sleeps through the whole night, then?”
No. Is he supposed to? Is this what makes a good child, one that doesn’t still need the 3am feed? OMG, I have a dud baby because at 6 weeks, 3 months, and now 6 months my child still wakes up through the night.
/end sarcasm

See, he does sleep

See, he does sleep

I have had many people tell me I have to train Ethan how to sleep through the night. I have to use the cry-it-out method. I need to teach him to work to my schedule not have me work to his. A few months, weeks ago I would have looked at the ground in shame and went off to try these things I apparently have to do. I am a new mum, I’ve only got 6 months under my belt. And, these were midwives and child health nurses giving me this information. I have attempted CIO (Cry it out) twice and both times ended with Ethan and I being more distressed. I get distressed and he picks up on that when I go in after the allotted 2-5 min. The combined distressed was just too much for my little man and he threw up…and this was after I had told him I didn’t want to continue with it and was holding him.

Do I think it’s important that Ethan develop a healthy sleep hygiene routine? Do I want my child to develop a healthy sense of independence? Of course!

I just don’t think CIO is the technique for me.

[While I don't feel I can use the CIO method, I hold no judgement to parents who do. We do what works. I'm not one for competitive parenting ;) ]

Sleepy cuddles

Sleepy cuddles

Ethan and I have developed our own little routine. For now I still rock, sway and cuddle him to sleep if he needs it. I also give him the opportunity to try going off to sleep without my help. Sometimes he can, sometimes he needs his mummy. We’ve got our own little bedtime wind down time. At 4 pm he has some solids, then a bath (which can hype him a little), a quick tummy/arms/leg massage before I put on his jammies, then we hang out on our bed, read stories and cuddle. Lately, he will have a 1-2 minute grizzle in my arms before falling asleep. I held him as he cried so I could compose myself without having his distress escalate but after a minute or two he just smiled at me. If it had gone on for much longer I would have gone through the mental list of things that upset Ethan (wet nappy, hunger, too hot/cold etc)

He still wakes a few times through the night. Usually because Tim and I go to bed right when he’s in between deep sleep cycles and we accidentally wake him. All he needs is a gentle back rub and he will calm down and go back to sleep on his own.

We are in the middle of a fussy period, (Wonder Weeks if you are interested in the 10 fussy periods of babies and what they mean) so he needs more cuddles, and is getting a little frustrated at times because he can’t quite do things: crawling is his mission at the moment. So, there is more night time wakings and he was “fighting” sleep out of fear of missing out or something. I have him in our room in low light with two books and a blanket so there isn’t anything too interesting to trigger the urge to stay awake. Daddy is one of those triggers. Tim gets a massive reception each time he comes  home or even re-enters a room. That’s why it’s Ethan and I doing the sleep stuff.

Anyway, Ethan is a good baby because he just is. And I am a good mummy because I am doing the best for my son and listening to my mother’s intuition with confidence (not saying those who don’t aren’t good parents…)
I have a happy, thriving, intuitive, and silly little boy and I wouldn’t change a thing…except maybe the hair pulling, that kinda sucks.

 

12WBT: Dovah-Mummy Style

As I said in my previous post, I quickly discovered that the 12wbt meal plan wasn’t right for me. So, I have spent the past few days planning meals more similar to what I would normally eat. It was weigh in today and I did actually lose 0.5kg since last Wednesday.

After some tweaking, I found that I can still eat the same amount as “prescribed” in the 12WBT. It’s just important that I have more serves of complex carbohydrates throughout the day. I am finding I am not quite as grumpy as I was. Tim likes the meals I cook so that’s a bonus :) Being meals I cook regularly, it’s actually easier for me than trying out new recipes. I have a Velcro baby at the moment so easy is key.

The primary aim for me is to improve my fitness. So, I am going to aim to get moving every day. I am in the process of working out Ethan’s wake/sleep cycle so I soon should be able to plan around that. Also, I feel embarrassed to exercise in front of Tim.  Tim’s back at work tomorrow so I can always attempt a video while he’s gone. And, I think when we move, we will have the space so it’s not so bad. I do need to work something out for his days off. Exercise is my downfall. It’s also the key to increasing my fitness.

My goals for the rest of the week are:

  • Increase my water intake
  • Stick to my meal plans
  • Try and get some exercise each day
  • Not beat myself up if I cannot do much