I've sucked a lot of snot today!

For those of you who've never had a baby with a cold who can't feed because of snot, this sentence probably sounds very strange and totally gross.

But is has been snot mainly that has kept me away from blogging the past few weeks.

Patient 1 - Toddler
Patient 2- Daddy (the worst patient of all - man flu!!)
Patient 3 - Baby

Check out the very supportive site http://manflu.info/ for tips on how to cope with the dreaded disease.

They didn't all get sick one after the other either, they were like a snowball getting bigger and bigger as it rolls down the hill.

In the midst of that I also had an infection in my stomach. That I could manage, the effects on baby were much harder. Of course seeing my baby girl can't talk yet she couldn't help me narrow down whether her grumpiness and even worse, her refusal of my boobs was linked to the cold or the antibiotics. Or even better still is there another cause of her sudden change of well ............ everything?

I can tell you this, having your baby kick and scream when you're trying to breastfeed her is devastating. It tops any rejection from any past boyfriend, and I've had a few "how will I ever live without him" break ups!

Maybe tomorrow my boobs will be back on the menu.

Looking in the Mirror

Today I was back on cleaning again and as I scrubbed my toilet I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I thought to myself, this is it, this is my life.......

But then I realised that even if I didn't have kids and I still had my office job, I'd still have to clean the toilet! Even worse, I'd have to use my valuable weekend time to do it. Plus this is the life I chose and in between all the toilet cleaning there are amazing moments that I would never get in any office.

At least in my "office" I can knock off early when I want to and really I can just not bother to clean the toilet if my day is going that badly. I'm lucky I'm such a good boss!

From Martha Stewart to Bill Murray

I hear you say, what the??

I'm talking about the endless cycle of ups and downs of being a stay at home mum.


Two days ago - I pureed my own fruit for my baby, very Martha Stewart, especially for me. Don't think I'm too wonderful though. My departure from my good friends Heinz is mainly driven by financial constraints.

Today - Groundhog Day, hence the Bill Murray reference. The washing is my most tormenting roundabout that I just can't get off. No sooner have you sorted and soaked and sprayed and scrubbed and then washed it, then it's time to hang it all out. Of course then it's time to fold it all and then find a spot for it to live before someone can poo, spew or spill on it again!

Then BBBBUUUUZZZZZZZZZ the Groundhog Day alarm goes off and it all starts again, sort, soak, scrub, blah, blah, blah.

This phenomenon isn't just limited to the washing either, Bill Murray also plays the lead in my world of feeding the kids, changing the kids, negotiating with the kids and of course trying to get them to sleep when you want them to!

It seems I'm at the bottom of my 6 week cycle, when I just can't face it all over again. A cup of tea, some chocolate and an hour or so of trashy TV should get me back on course.

That is of course, until another 6 weeks has passed, BBBBUUUUZZZZZZZ!!!