Well another failure morning at work with my daughter! Again I ended up bawling with her in my office, only this time I felt so distress that I couldn't hide it from my work mates (or my son who saw me later with more tears in my eyes and asked his usual question "Mum, are you happy, sad or grumpy?" "What do you think!" I declared back. Sorry son.) Work mates were lovely and took my daughter for a while so I could get some work done. In the end I did bite the bullet and talk to my boss and they want to help so have given me the weekend to come up some options to make it work. Our thinking caps on and we have a couple ideas.
At times I envy my mums generation that were able to stay at home and focus on their kids, doing the hardest job but the most rewarding and being able to give it 100% guilt free of most financial pressures.
Never mind we will work it out and I will try to control the tears and push through with a brave face, bring on Monday.
On a high note enjoyed Miranda the other night "plunge" is my new favourite word and my son thinks its so funny, not sure if its me or the sound of the word.
Friday, 8 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Going Mad!
Well I had a very frustrating day last week (thank God there was no chocolate in the building!) trying to work with a baby! I spent 4 hours trying to get work done with an over-tired screaming baby. Would she happily go to sleep in her little crib? No! Would she sit in her bouncer and play? No! She wouldn't even go to sleep in my arms... NO!
I had to try and work the computer with one hand and do my best to settle the baby with the other and all the while smile at my work mates convery that 'oh dear' look, don't worry all is ok. I just shut my office door and and went through 3 stages of pulling out my hair. First came soothing - "it's ok darling, you are just so tired, close you eyes and dream sweet dreams." Then the begging of stage 2 - "please just go to sleep, mummy will do anything, give you anything, please mummy really needs to work. Pretty please." Of course this included tears. Then followed stage 3 which consisted of 2 elements - frustration and anger! "Come on DARLING, sleep now, mum is going mental and needs chocolate." This once again included tears, a torrent of frustrated tears.
So with only a portion of work complete and an evening at home before me to finish the rest, i collected my son and went home where finally she fell asleep, poor baby. I then decided to have a poor me cry but my son found me and he (being a sensitive child) burst into tears to crying "whats wrong mum? Are you happy, sad or grumpy? It'll be ok!" You just have to love em.
I guess i dreamt that work and baby would be a bit easier. I knew it wasn't going to be a breeze but this might do my head in.
Now my daughter is also 3 months old now and she has a lot of hair and i mean alot! She was famous in the hospital and nurses and complete strangers would come in just to see her hair. Now everywhere we go people stare and discuss how much hair she has. At first it was fine and even sweet and nice to get such attention but now i am a little over it. I even feel like putting up a sign - YES SHE HAS ALOT OF HAIR I KNOW. YES SHE WAS BORN WITH IT AND NO I DIDN'T GET HEARTBURN! Now I know everyone is being lovely and interested in my baby, but really somedays its just hard to smile and nodd.
She also has beautiful eyes and a delightful smile - I'm just saying its not all about the hair!
I had to try and work the computer with one hand and do my best to settle the baby with the other and all the while smile at my work mates convery that 'oh dear' look, don't worry all is ok. I just shut my office door and and went through 3 stages of pulling out my hair. First came soothing - "it's ok darling, you are just so tired, close you eyes and dream sweet dreams." Then the begging of stage 2 - "please just go to sleep, mummy will do anything, give you anything, please mummy really needs to work. Pretty please." Of course this included tears. Then followed stage 3 which consisted of 2 elements - frustration and anger! "Come on DARLING, sleep now, mum is going mental and needs chocolate." This once again included tears, a torrent of frustrated tears.
So with only a portion of work complete and an evening at home before me to finish the rest, i collected my son and went home where finally she fell asleep, poor baby. I then decided to have a poor me cry but my son found me and he (being a sensitive child) burst into tears to crying "whats wrong mum? Are you happy, sad or grumpy? It'll be ok!" You just have to love em.
I guess i dreamt that work and baby would be a bit easier. I knew it wasn't going to be a breeze but this might do my head in.
Now my daughter is also 3 months old now and she has a lot of hair and i mean alot! She was famous in the hospital and nurses and complete strangers would come in just to see her hair. Now everywhere we go people stare and discuss how much hair she has. At first it was fine and even sweet and nice to get such attention but now i am a little over it. I even feel like putting up a sign - YES SHE HAS ALOT OF HAIR I KNOW. YES SHE WAS BORN WITH IT AND NO I DIDN'T GET HEARTBURN! Now I know everyone is being lovely and interested in my baby, but really somedays its just hard to smile and nodd.
She also has beautiful eyes and a delightful smile - I'm just saying its not all about the hair!
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