I used to be that smug mum that thought her 1st child was gifted – clearly. She could recite the alphabet and write her own name with a little heart over the i! It was when I met the kid in her Kindergarten class that could count in multiples of seven, I realised I had no idea. Continue reading
To be fair I wrote this when it had not stopped raining FOR EVER, and I am slowly regaining some brain function woohoo! but I thought you might like to see how brilliantly I was coping at the end of winter.
With colds and weather and sudden crazy annoying insomnia turning me into a zombie, I thought I should write a post regarding a rather embarrassing … problem of mine which is now worse than ever.
I am, to put it mildly, rubbish at finishing a sentence.
Now I will let you stew this over with an example. I met a new Mum at the play ground and We were discussing the difference between my daughters, “One is pretty shy” I said, “the other is as chatty as a ……..” That’s right, I stopped. I made a point to stare hard at something of no importance behind the lady I was talking to, I checked my bag for a loose tic tac and I said nothing more, eyes averted.
I suspect it is because after having 3 kids, I have been interrupted for 99% of my conversations for the past 6 years. I am so used to being cut off before I finish speaking that the part of my brain that stores witty turns of phrase has been replaced with some other garbage, like kids iceblock stick craft ideas from pinterest.
Just as likely is the small machine purring away in the back of my mind, largely fuelled by guilt asking 50 questions a minute and often overrulling any other rational thought. “Did I leave the iron on, of course not I haven’t ironed in weeks, I should really iron more, my poor husband, I wonder if she irons? Where did she get those shoes? does she have that style in other colours? why can’t I find the perfect flats? I haven’t washed my hair, I must look like a junkie, I hope I’m not scaring her off with my junkie attire, where the hell are the kids? should I be concerned? I really shouldn’t have yelled at my oldest for pouring out the cereal, am I too hard? do I need to do more homework with them? Did I feed them lunch? I forgot to pay that bill for that thing, I have got to stop buying coffees…”
On the plus side, My husband and I have started collecting some ridiculous made up words I have come up with, Also, having a quick search on the internet it looks like I’m not alone.
Now without googling too much (NEVER google too much) there are some helpful wee hints that I might have to try to defuzz the brain and retain a little dignity in social situations. This particular list is from a site encouragingly called “Am I losing my mind?” but I will sum it up in an achievable way for a Mum like me who has no time for excessive deprivation or commitment.
Omega 3 – Eat loads of lovely smoked salmon mmm
Sleep – Wear ear plugs.
Drink water – I’m lame enough to need one of those bottles with hourly drinking levels. I particularly like this blog detailing in several photos the clever crafty 12 step process to using a permanent marker on a bottle. see here
Drink Coffee – ok
Tumeric – I am like a child with tumeric, I will eat tumeric so long as someone else hides it in my meal without my knowledge
Laugh often – really, my kids are hilarious.
Manage your vices – My alcohol is beautifully managed thank you
Stay active – Aahh, well. My daughter likes to challenge me to a dance off whenever we argue. I might have to start taking her up on that. I do have some pretty smooth moves.
And the little one said is a boutique online children’s clothing, accessories, toys and home decor site run by two sisters with lots of kids between them and a love of all things beautiful.