Our eldest daughter is recovering well from her tonsilectomy. We are very thankful that everything is going well. She is coping much better with the upheaval than her father and I are. It’s disappointing that I am not surprised by that. The brutal truth is simple: it’s takes “grown-ups” way longer to catch up sleep disturbances. Corey and I both barely slept on Wednesday night. Corey because he was in the hospital watching out for her, me because I was dealing with our son’s “I want daddy” and the baby’s usual all night breast fetish. I must night wean her. When I have enough energy to not sleep long enough to make the changes so I can get more sleep. It doesn’t make sense does it.
Stay with me.
Being housebound for the next two weeks, I took the opportunity yesterday to pop out for a bottle of milk and some cheese.
Much to my husband’s dismay I was gone for an entire hour. I used that hour wisely though, returning excitedly with an entire grocery shop. Only the “essentials” of course, including
- Watermelon (which she devoured)
- Bacon (middle rather which is softer which she devoured)
- Hash browns (which are her favourite)
- Lasagna (coz it was 25% off and we will celebrate with that when she heals)
- Sugar so we could bake soft snacks for her
- Flour to go with the sugar
- Cordial because water tastes gross to her with her mouth all festy
- Ravioli because she eats it
- Milo because it has vitamins without being acidic
- Marshmallows to buy off William coz he was not coping
- Mac n cheese because it’s quick and easy while I’m flat out
- Felt pens and paper because we had trouble keeping up with her paper fetish
- Cheerios (cocktail Frankfurt) because they are soft…
I even remembered to stop off at the chemist for probe tips for the in ear thermometer.
So yeah, I abandoned all three children with their own father (what a monster he thought I was) for an entire hour but look how much I achieved!
I think ahead. That’s what mums do.
This afternoon my husband went to the shops for some jeans. He only had one pair left that weren’t broken. His instructions were: “please get yourselves lots of jeans so I don’t have to wash everyday.
Being a man, he was super impressed with his efforts of only being out for an hour and returning triumphantly with
- One pair of jeans
- A second pair of jeans
Yep, if there was ever any question that boys and girls are different, there’s not now.
Oh wait, he also bought a shirt.