Just Nicky

The Cat’s in the Tree and the Nappies are on the Line May 3, 2007

I’m feeling a little random this morning. Probably because my back’s hurting and I’m tired. The week is catching up with me.

I’ve been trying to follow a routine with Leila because I thought my sanity needed it. Today my sanity has decided that it needs to not follow the routine. Whether that works any better remains to be seen, but my sanity is prepared to find out.

Cosmo’s been out in the tree looking for the doves. They haven’t returned. Lola has the run of the whole back yard while the dogs are inside hiding from the storm, which actually seems to have passed now. I must remember to put the chook back in her yard before I let dogs out…

I have mothers’ group today. I’m tempted not to go - bad weather, tired, yada, yada, yada… But I didn’t go last week and, given that they’ve made an exception to let me in (because I’m not a first time mum), I feel obliged. I wonder how obliged I’ll feel at 1.15.

My only complaint about the rain is that I have nappies on the clothesline. Mark was congratulating me last night on my commitment to using clothes nappies on Leila. The real test will be whether I can get through the winter without giving up. If, as some have predicted, this is the winter when the drought ends it could be a bit of a challenge.

That’s all the randomness I have for now.

Hanging In May 1, 2007

I was just talking to Mark who was a bit concerned that I’m spending the day with a writhing, crying infant strapped to my chest. He was so concerned that he even suggested I go and spend the day with The Mavis. I declined. My sanity hasn’t degraded that far.

In fact, my sanity is surprisingly intact. Apart from a moment when I couldn’t get one of the press studs done up on the Baby Bjorn (it’s always the littlest things …), I haven’t felt at all like I was losing my grip.

Yes, it wears on my nerves to have Leila so unhappy. Yes, I’m frustrated by my inability to get things done around the house. And yes, I am tired from carrying her around and not getting my nanna naps. But I’m OK.

Having decided that Leila has reflux and having found tips to help deal with it, I feel much more calm and in control than I did when she was vomiting everywhere half a dozen times a day. Even if I’m wrong about the reflux, having a ‘thing’ to work on gives me peace of mind and enables me to stay focussed and (relatively) relaxed.

Of course, there will come a point where I well may start to falter. That’s when I will go and spend time with The Mavis to be smothered in advice, concern and love. But for now I’m hanging in there and traveling fairly well.

Pusscat on the job

Yum! by Nicky P

Cosmo wasted no time this morning running up the tree, scaring the dove off the nest and eating an egg that he found there.

As far as I can see the dove hasn’t come back so when I can get Leila to settle without being held I’ll head out and try to knock the nest out of the tree.

I feel mean doing it, but I’ll feel worse if the birds just end up being eaten by the cats.