Oscars Monday

Yes, I know. But it's on Monday here in New Zealand. Traditionally, a friend of mine and I get together to eat junk food and pick at the outfits. But she has a heavy cold and didn't want to pass it on to Patrick, so I was on my own, with the odd phone call.

Sigh. It was boring. Boring, boring, boring. And not just because I was on my own. The ceremony was dull. I mean, I know that the writers strike only just ended and all, but for the 80th Oscars it was really lacking. Surely Hollywood is obsessed with things like that? Anyway, it felt like a long day. Plus I'm on holiday until March 4 and I'm getting cabin fever already.

It doesn't help that poor wee Patrick has a tooth coming through, which is making him shirty. He wants to be picked up you understand, he just doesn't want to be *held*. He's very restless and every day, we expect the rolling to morph into crawling. I don't think it's too far away.

The good thing today is that I've been able to really get stuck into the star sign Leo I've been doing for my mother to give to my nephew. It actually looks like a lion!

Scouty has a gammy eye again, and she's the one we really can't take to the vet unless it's an emergency. She's soooooooo nervous! I keep looking at it and thinking "I must wash that with some saline solution .... I must wash that with some saline solution ..." then the next thing I know she's gone into hiding somewhere.

What else. Eh. I got nothing. :)

Another day

I'm writing this with one eye on Patrick as he rolls around the room. He's getting very good at gravitating towards stuff he's not allowed and boy, is he quick! He's turning this rolling thing into a real art form.
I have three more nights of work, then I'm off for about 10 days. I'm soooooooooooooooooo looking forward to it! I'm just going to play Mummy, and read; stitch and watch TV. That's it. No other plans. Maybe the odd movie. It'll just be so nice not to have to go to work for a few days.
I'm making very slow progress on the first star sign for my nephew, whose birthday is in July. I'm glad I started them early, to give myself a decent shot to get them finished!
After they're done, I'm going to do another letter on Patrick's dinosaur alphabet; maybe a little work on Jill Oxton's Circe and then back to the kitten project I started last month.
Enough to be going on with!

The Great Procrastinator

Well, I've done nothing at all so far about any kind of daycare; or finding classes that Patrick and I could both go to. I know there are Mainly Music lessons, and the library has activities _ whether for littlies like Patrick or older children I'm not sure. Oh yes, I'm the Great Procrastinator.
He's still rolling everywhere, and not really showing a lot of interest in crawling, or sitting, or standing. He will stick his bum in the air sometimes when he's doing his daily roll-around but that's as far as we've got. And when he's sitting _ in his highchair, or the corner of the couch _ he arches his back and slumps down. So "sitting" is not on his list of hobbies. I figure there's not a lot I can do if he's not ready. So I'm trying to be patient.
Situation normal the past week. Work is frustrating at the moment and it's something I can't do much about. The home front is fine, although Jeremy and I seem to be bickering a lot lately. But I think that's because the work situation is leaking out the sides and affecting everything else. I've decided I need to take a deep breath, a step back, and think before I open my trap!
I had yesterday off, and I was going to go to the movies, but I felt like I was talking myself into it, so I stayed home and just mooched. Watched TV, took care of Patrick, read; I even got some stitching done! I'm working on the birthday presents for my niece and nephew that my mother has commissioned. They're small designs of their star signs. I still need some threads, and I'm working around that at the moment which is a little annoying.
Pretty good day overall. :)

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Heh.
I've been musing the past few days about this whole motherhood/working/wife/me thing. And I'd come to the conclusion that I'm actually pretty lucky - I have a fully hands-on husband; we don't have to worry about daycare because we work such different hours - and I have time to myself every day, which I consider crucial.
So I'm sitting there last night, musing on all these good things. The boys were both in bed, I'd turned the TV off and was preparing to settle in for some reading. So what happened?
Yes. I fell asleep on the couch. *Sigh*
The daycare thing reminds me ... Patrick's nearly nine months old and I'm starting to get a little concerned that he's not around other littlies. Maybe it doesn't matter so much, I don't know. But I think I need to look into some alternatives. Whether it be daycare a couple of days a week, or some kind of class; I know there are music classes and possibly something at the library.
Gosh, I'm bad at this! I need a mummy-network!

All things the same

I wonder how many posts I can make that say "same old same old" before I get sick of it?
But nothing has really changed. We're all ticking over pretty well, apart from the money things, which is really our only major worry.
Patrick is still rolling everywhere, but he's started sticking his bum in the air when he's on his front sometimes, and you should hear us when he does it! We sound like cheerleaders!
Um. Um. Um. Oh good grief! I have nothing.