This week has sucked…. great, big, hairy, purple baboon balls!
Hannah is still not sleeping. Ava is on school holidays. Walter has been man down with debilitating headaches. And Loveness has been off sick.
Last night for eg, the husband slept in the spare room, in dire need of a good nights rest as he was feeling so sick from a headache. Because, you know, a sick man is a dying man right? Hannah woke up every hour from 23h30, I was up in excess of 8 times in the night. Ava woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for another day of talking and talking and talking to me until my ears bleed.
In my infinite wisdom, I invited Ava’s bestie over this morning, she’s bored out of her mind and I figured the best way to give my ears a break from her incessant chatter was to invite a friend over. Ja, right now, she’s playing her Barbie guitar, Tristan is blowing the Vuvuzela, we have Dino Time showing on the lounge TV and Rise Of The Guardians on the playroom TV. I’ve heard how neither of them likes chocolate biscuits about a million times, I’ve cleaned a scraped back after a tumble off the jungle gym, I’ve broken up a couple of squabbles over who’s not sharing with who and all of this before 10am.
Hannah will be waking up from her nap shortly. She’s recently discovered that she can alter the pitch of her voice and her favorite is the highest pitch possible.
I’ve just finished the packet of chocolate biscuits that neither Ava nor Tristan wanted to eat and I’m counting down the hours until……….
And then I assess how whiney I’m being and I realize, I’m not a Barrenness…. I’m a freaking PRINCESS! UGH!!!!