#LESS THAN THREE WEEKS WAHHHH

[dumortains]

was tagged by @grapecaseschoices and @veeples to make my twc detectives in this picrew <33

olivia (ava) / alexis (adam + nate - lt) / althea (nat) / devin (farah) / emery (morgan)

tagging: @sosolenoo, @ambrosykim, @exn0bis, @lividlyinlove

[motherandlawyer]

Morning Meltdowns, Maternity Leave & Insomnia

I have taken this week to rest before baby arrives. I’m due next week, but shall see. They tend to do what they want, which is an anxious person’s idea of hell. What do you mean you will arrive when you want? (Upon arrival) what do you mean, you now don’t like that routine, soothing technique, etc?! Again; thank goodness for yoga and meditation.

Typically got a cold, but this gave me the perfect excuse to be unproductive on Tuesday. It’s just not me though. I don’t sit there and watch Netflix. It’s not my bag. I feel better if I’ve done something physical and then read a good book. However, I watched a couple of episodes of The Umbrella Academy, which is my kind of tv. My husband would rather stab himself in the eyeballs than watch it. Fine with me.

Monday was nice and productive. I went to the gym, then got my wax on, ouch, and then had a lovely pedicure. THEN I managed to have zero sleep that night. Literally, none. This has never happened to me to this extent before. I’ve had crap sleep, but this was a new level of self torture. I tried to meditate to sleep three times...no joy. Wahhhh. Alas, all is ok, I can nap during the day. Or not. I tried to nap yesterday, but my body only accepted a short catnap. I felt ok though. Is it the hormones? Anxiety? Other?

As a friend reminded me. Don’t worry- I’ll be able to nap when my newborn is here. The exhaustion. The pure exhaustion. Bring. It. On! Please do come and visit with cake and strong coffee. I was listening to a podcast where the presenter and guest didn’t eat refined sugar. Well- kiss my arse. I swiftly turned it off. Heathens.

Threenager has stepped up his game. Wow. Terrible twos was nothing. This is a new level of insanity. Majorly pushing boundaries, laughing in my face, calling me “stupid woman” or “poo head,” I prefer the latter in case you’re wondering. Far less sexist.

Here are some examples of his independence of the week:

1) “Wiping” his own bottom - don’t even...

2) Putting the toothpaste on (almost half the tube)

3) Putting his own clothes and shoes on. SLOWLY. If I do so, he will strip down to his torso. The joys!

4) Showering after we do. Welcome to the secret showering club. “I’m just getting ready. No, no shower.”

And this morning was spectacular. It was 6:30 am. Daddy was showering and also brushing his teeth in shower. Next thing I know, threenager is butt naked with his toothbrush and toothpaste in hand. We both said he couldn’t shower, but could later if he didn’t want a bath. Well...once hubby was out and both of us headed downstairs, we assumed he would follow. How naive. He got in the shower and of course slid everywhere. I gave in. Have a shower. 1-0 to threenager.

So today I am going to have a pregnancy massage. Entirely guilt-free. Thank goodness for preschool and or nursery.