Sunday, November 20, 2011
Oh
.....I also read somewhere that the hardest thing about parenting is knowing when to say no and then sticking to it....... couldn't agree more.
Still the beat goes on
Been a while since I felt I had anything valuable or interesting to write about.
There's all the usual, interrupted sleep, a poorly baby with tonsillitis, trying to loose weight, running out of easy and nutritious dinner ideas - all these things that even typing them makes me feel incredibly bored and mediocre.
Then there are some fun/interesting things like some great gigs I've seen for work, been getting out on dates with an interesting chap, holidays fast approaching......
Then there is the MASSIVE ACHIEVEMENT of going 24hrs without breast-feeding. Wowzers do my boobs hurt and oh my goodness gracious me do I feel BAD for my baby! He looks at me with those big eyes as if to say "WTF lady! This is our thing, this is what we do, those breasts are mine and that milk is for me! What do you mean NO!!!" then he gives off a blood curdling scream and throws himself onto the floor/couch/bed/chair with all the dramatics of a love lorn thespian. Its sooooo freakin sad. All I can do is say "I'm sorry darling, I can see that you are really angry and sad about this but thats just how it is now." it has made me think, I guess that's what growing up teaches you, to let something go and reach out for what's next. To morn what you are leaving behind and then look forward to what's around the corner. It has made me think perhaps I should grow up too. Perhaps I should let go of the idea of mad passionate romantic love and look towards the steady, settled, comfort of companionship instead.
OR Should I?
There's all the usual, interrupted sleep, a poorly baby with tonsillitis, trying to loose weight, running out of easy and nutritious dinner ideas - all these things that even typing them makes me feel incredibly bored and mediocre.
Then there are some fun/interesting things like some great gigs I've seen for work, been getting out on dates with an interesting chap, holidays fast approaching......
Then there is the MASSIVE ACHIEVEMENT of going 24hrs without breast-feeding. Wowzers do my boobs hurt and oh my goodness gracious me do I feel BAD for my baby! He looks at me with those big eyes as if to say "WTF lady! This is our thing, this is what we do, those breasts are mine and that milk is for me! What do you mean NO!!!" then he gives off a blood curdling scream and throws himself onto the floor/couch/bed/chair with all the dramatics of a love lorn thespian. Its sooooo freakin sad. All I can do is say "I'm sorry darling, I can see that you are really angry and sad about this but thats just how it is now." it has made me think, I guess that's what growing up teaches you, to let something go and reach out for what's next. To morn what you are leaving behind and then look forward to what's around the corner. It has made me think perhaps I should grow up too. Perhaps I should let go of the idea of mad passionate romantic love and look towards the steady, settled, comfort of companionship instead.
OR Should I?
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