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Yer Maw

Whine Time

I'm having a crisis of capability. I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing and how to do it or why I am doing it.

I'm having wine now.

The house is empty and quiet but its at that stage where I am waiting for the silence to be Shattered. Splintered. Broken. Ruined. You know. The initial high is over. AN EMPTY HOUSE. I can do anything. Woohoo. What shall I do? Save the world? Save my the house? Save myself?

I'm having wine now.

I can do this.

It's a phase.

I can do it.

I'm a mother. I'm a wife. I'm all grown up.

Wow it's fucking hard




Meltdowns - mini Maia ones and teeny weeny Millie ones
Losing the plot - too late. Save yourself
Breastfeeding - I used to be a Lactivist then I was too busy lactating.

You know what?

But I wasn't doing nothing.

I've got Lennie syndrome.
Don't google it
I made it up
Besides googling symptoms is scary.


It's Lennie from Of Mice and Men
He loves too much

I have Too Much Smooshing syndrome.
I don't think there is a cure for it.
Who'd want one anyway!!


" His love for soft things conspires against him, mostly because he doesn't know his own strength, and eventually becomes his undoing."





I have this with Millie. I want to hold her and love her and smoosh her and kiss her and and and....and invariable after the giggling she cries out "aaaah enough mummy". Well it's more like "eeeeaaaaaaaaagggnnnnnrrgggh"


Anyway. Every time I do it, I feel like that cartoon character:-



She is just SO oooooooh. Smooshable. Oh I could eat her!

Besotted much??!!

I'm sure you're the same!

ImPossible

I can't do this blogging every day thing. I'm just not able to. I either fall asleep with the kids or watch a program with hubby then fall asleep. There are just not enough minutes in the day!

I really ought to dedicate a time and space of my own and just do it. It would probably be good for me. I am doing this just now whilst feeding Millie to sleep in between dinner and bed time for the girls (who are currently soaking and shrieking in the bathroom).
- interrupted due to shrieking being actual upset and pain- interrupted thought. That's another problem. I don't think I've had a consistent thought since 2006.

Crap Millie's crying

I give up