Cold Season

Ah, the season of colds. I am still battling my cold, while everyone else who gave it to me is all better. In the meantime, I wander around my house sounding like I am going to hack up a hairball. As for cough syrups, I have the theory that they are only gimmicks. After taking several doses of the stuff, my cough got only worse and I haven't been able to get any sleep. And thus I steep in my own misery.

Mission Accomplished

We finally have finished our impossible move into our inlaw's house. The resulting chaos has insinuated itself throughout the house. Finding things ever again? "Forget about it." Living as a family of four has now multiplied the work load times infinitity. Keeping up with three permanently shedding dogs and nonstop, gridlocked laundry is enough to drive one mad. We'll see just how much sanity I maintain over the next two years....before we have to move again.

Nightimes have become fun with a house of light sleepers. The baby's singing fish tank has already elicited remarks of "I woke up to to the alphabet song last night. What time in the early morning did you put it on?" In my defense, I put forward that the neverending alphabet song is far more pleasant sounding than the sounds of an awake baby wailing his woes to the world. Nobody will sleep then.

Sick family/moving/relatives....ooh my!

My family and I have been battling a nasty cold for the last week. Caolan scared us by not eating for 8 hours and as a result landed in the hospital for part of a night. Poor thing has the nastiest cough. I might as well take up nail biting with the amount of worry I am going through right now. My husband also has been very sick. Poor thing has dragged himself into work after a very long feverish night. I am full of the flu/cold, but I have struggled to stay at least a little healthier than the rest of the lot. Good news tho this past week....we have finally managed to rent out our old suite to a very young couple (high school graduates). Hopefully, they will turn out to be good renters. Now all we have to do is finish moving the last of our things out of the suite.....After I manage to dredge up energy to do so.
Over the next day or two, my aunt Lorraine will probably be coming for a visit. I am so not up to visitors right at the moment, but ce la vive' .... I shall survive. Least I have an excuse to ditch company due to feeling so terrible.

Moving Again

Two weeks to go and not only do we have to move, but we also have to finish renovating the house and the suite. Luckily, our move is only to the house upstairs, however moving furniture requires that we go up and down three flights of stairs. How ironic. The past two days I have been piling books into laundry baskets and into the arms of children. We desperately need to build our house so that we never have to move our books again. Least this time around I didn't have to pack up a 1000 lbs. of books in boxes. Poor father-inlaw and husband will never forgive me for the time I filled a 3ft x 2 ft box to the brim with textbooks. Nearly broke the two of them. Happily, the books would of survived. The hardest thing this time moving, is my son (who is an only child, attention monster) crying constantly to be picked up. If left long enough on his comfy blanket, we have discovered that the immobile, has quickly become mobile by either rolling or crawling across the floor to end up in odd locations (under the TV, couch, etc.). I dread the day he learns to walk.....who knows where we'll find him. Good thing I do not have my ferrets anymore, having to locate both them and my little one left on the loose would become a challenge.
Well.....enough procrastination, must start moving more things this morning.

Evening Adventures

After having our son, I have rapidly discovered just how interesting our evenings can be. Long gone are the days of romance. Now an evening consists of feedings, baby bath time, and soothing a child (this can take hours!) that seems to think that going to bed is a devastating event. There have been occasions where we seem to get through the evening smoothly - the little one goes to bed early and has the appearance of sleep, but we soon discover that he was playing possum. Note: Playing possum: definition - a child who has spent the last three hours in a deep sleep (or so you think), who then snaps his eyes open and wants attention the minute you try to silently crawl into bed with your husband.

What's worse is how fast this additional family member can ruin the "mood." Children just seem to know when parents are spending time together and they quickly respond by crying incessantly. Who can ignore this? As a mother, one's brain is rewired to instantly drop whatever one is doing....and run to the rescue. And getting back into the mood? Sorry dear, maybe another day, we'll have to schedule it in (like that works). If we manage to escape the wails of the forgotten and forelorn, just crawling into bed and having to remove soothers, toys, blankets....child from the sheets (this can take awhile), will result in the following.

"Well, we almost got away with it."
"No point now."
"Gads, I'm tired. How about you?" "Me too"
"Let's call it a night"
"Maybe next time"

All this adds up to a seven day period in which the hopeless couple ends up doing the same thing all over again with the same result. As for our darling bundle of joy? We love you and one day, your children will do the same to you.

Motherhood and Woes of the Sleep Deprived

*Sigh* Another morning into the joys of motherhood. I have finally managed to grab some snippets of sleep last night. I have spent the last four nights in a row being up with my 15 week old son Caolán. He isn't particularily bad, but he seems to like fussing during nights that I desperately need sleep; a result of my compulsive nature to multi-task during the days. Ironically, if he isn't fussing during the night, he'll wake in the wee hours of the morning; forcing me to look over the rails of his crib to see a child chirping and chattering up a storm. How can I get upset at him being happy, especially when it is so much better than yowls and cries of misery? The most annoying thing of all this, is that no matter what noise the child makes (ie. wails, chatter, etc) my husband sleeps blissfully through it all. The bastard.