Blah!

That’s why I haven’t posted recently. Some rotten person has passed on a mild respiratory tract infection that would probably mean a day of unpleasantness for a healthy person. For an asthmatic under stress, it means an asthma attack, fever, more bloody prednisone tablets, time off work that I can’t afford, and sinusitis to top it off.

I would sleep to get better but I keep waking myself up with my own coughing. I felt guilty this morning when DD told me in the car that she had heard me coughing during the night. Poor darling, she needs her sleep, and I let her sleep in this morning. Tomorrow we’re back to the usual nose-to-the-grindstone routine. There has to be more to life than this. I’m not saying that I think that women can have everything in their life. I’m just saying that I’d like some of the crap removed, thanks.

 

“7 Mummy Sins”, but not apparently the ones done by Daddy or Aunty or Uncle …

Seriously, the title of this article stinks. On the surface, it looks like one of those tee-hee, look at me, I do some daft things as a mummy and maybe some of them are ill-advised, so hey, let’s get some so-called experts give their take on it, and voila, here is an article with a snappy headline. And blow me down if I didn’t get caught in the trap of reading the darn thing.

Let me save you time. Basically you aren’t a bad mum if you feed your kid the occasional dinner of baked beans instead of a gourmet meal of pureed organic vegies and a teeny bit of steak from a named cow, or if your kid goes through a phase of only eating one or two things. Things are getting questionable if you use tv all the time to babysit your kids, or if they’re drinking from a baby bottle when they’re old enough to go to preschool. It’s inadvisable to give kids sweets every day – keep them as a “sometime” treat.

WHY is it necessary to make the mother the sinner, the evil one who has to cut corners to get things done, who does things sloppily or holds onto old habits because she doesn’t have time to work on new habits or behaviours? How about coming up with “7 Daddy Sins”? Let me start the list, thinking of some men I have known in the past.

“I leave my kid watching TV all afternoon while I sneak off to my study to play wargames.”

“I take my kid to fastfood restaurants because I couldn’t be stuffed cooking a proper meal for myself and my kid, and besides, I don’t really like vegies and I love hamburgers.”

“I do everything to get out of looking after my kid and I call it babysitting when I do look after him.”

Go on, make your own list!

 

Wish I could think of a witty title

The adrenaline rush that I seemed to run on for two weeks after DH died seemed to disappear. Then I became sick. The one thing that seems to make a difference between me being sick for ages and recovering well is sleep. Ah, blissful sleep! But also elusive. While I was recovering, that was when DD became ill and started coughing all night. Cue trips to the doctor trying to make myself taken seriously.

Strangely enough, when DD was given asthma medication, her coughing decreased very quickly. Not that I’m saying that I’m an expert on my child’s health.

I will refrain from going on about my work here. I come to work, I do work, I leave. I wish I had more exciting stuff to do but not in this financial climate and not under my current financial circumstances. They have me over a barrel and they know it.

I’ve gone through some more paperwork. I have to give myself a cheer every time I get another thing done. I figure no-one else will.

 

Struggle

Nothing bright and breezy to post today. I am struggling with back pain yet again. Yes, I get physiotherapy and I do all my exercises and I am trying to lose weight. In the meantime, I have to suck it up and deal with it. I also have severe neck and shoulder pain today.

Added to this is trying to explain to my DD why I can’t pick her up. She’s tall and solid and true to toddler form, she will do the amazing flop while I’m holding her hand and walking. That’s where suddenly there’s a huge weight dangling off your wrist and your shoulder threatens to pop out of its socket with the downward exerted force. Tempted as I am, I do not let go and leave her on a busy pavement to her own devices. She also chooses to do a flop at the dirtiest spot in the path or next to a puddle or right beside a pile of possum poo. Go figure.

 

Real shapes

I was fascinated by Kate Harding’s BMI Project, which has many photos of people sized from underweight to morbidly obese, depending upon their BMI. If you haven’t seen this, please have a look. Worksafe, and links to many other blogs.