Wednesday

Today it's Wednesday. So far, it doesn't have the technical difficulties of Monday, but it is showing some of the confused properties of Tuesday. 

I for one am confused about why small humans like Newbie and KB like to be awake between 11pm and 1am, or in KB's case, 12:45 and 3am. 

It's very confusing. 

Also, I'm confused about how Special Agent Dale Cooper can be so ageless. 

Then:

 Now:

 

Sure, he looks a bit older, but he still looks younger than me when in fact he is 20 years older. 

Pie must be very good for your skin. 

In praise of sleep

On Wednesday I was so tired. I nearly fell asleep on the couch while Newbie watched iView on my phone. Then later I nearly fell asleep again when Newbie and Baby did something. I don't even know what. I was practically asleep after all. So that night I went to bed at 9:30.

Newbie, who was still awake, came into my bed so I didn't look at Instagram or listen to a podcast I just rolled over so we could both go to sleep. Baby came in a little later but I was already half asleep so just pretended I didn't notice and when LB came in later still and saw the tableau he briefly woke me with his exclamation "Are you kidding?!" Then he went to bed in the kids room and I was back asleep within seconds. And I stayed that way until Little Bean woke me at 4. And,  just to round out the boring details of my sleep, I'll tell you that I went back to sleep then until 7 and yesterday I felt like a million bucks. What a difference a sleep makes. And when I say I felt like a million bucks I guess I probably felt like a normal person. Like a person without a baby and two other small children. Just a person with a moderate amount of demands on their time or with more sleep under their sleeve. I cleaned the fridge, I did a giant supermarket shop, I made a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment, I booked Baby's birthday party which isn't happening until June. JUNE! I've never done anything this far in advance. Imagine how productive I could be if I went to bed at 9:30 everyday. Oh, how I wanted to do the same again last night. But Broad City was on at 10 and I stayed up to watch it. But then I went straight to bed so I have reasonable high hopes for today.

I love sleep and I'm really going to make an effort to get more of it because I think it may just make everything better.

Good weather for ducks (PM)

A lady in a country Victoria bakery would make that comment about ducks, I guess. She'd probably offer you a neenish tart too.

I guess Baby thought it was good weather for ducks too. He was in my bed over night and woke up in the middle of the night when it was raining. He started telling me some complicated story about a show called Sarah and Duck where some kid was playing a game with rubber ducks and mistook Duck for a rubber duck and something something something... Who knows what he was saying it was the middle of the night and I don't know about the weather but it was good time for sleeps, that much I know. 

Four hours sleep is not enough (PM)

Whoa! Applying for a visa sounds just like being pregnant. In terms of sleep deprivation at least. For the last 8 months I have basically woken up at 4am every morning and then, if I'm lucky I may get back to sleep at 6 or 7 only to have to wake up within an hour for work or the demands of Baby. And if I'm unlucky, well Morpheus just seems to be too busy to give a shit about that.

Still at least I don't have to live with my parents anymore. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean we're really lucky that living with our parents is an option! 

Look, we've all heard visa horror stories, like the one where L-Bomb was meant to move home to Australia with her English husband before Christmas but then it turns out that it takes months and months for Australia to process marriage visas, even for the English. But for every horror story there is a success story, like how Mondonna had to come back to Australia a month after she'd holidayed here to get a working visa for USA and then bammo, despite her paperwork almost not being here on time she met with the embassy and was processed and legal no probs! Woot!

Wait, is this not helping? It's probably not helping. Look, I'm pretty sleep deprived ok, gimme a break. The point is everything will be just fine. Even in all the horror stories people end up getting the visa, so really worst case scenario is that the passport is return a couple of days late, you get to fully enjoy that wedding you're going to the night before you were meant to leave and you arrive in Wales after Appleheart has set up house nicely. 

Sounds like my Wednesday night (PM)

Mate, your Wednesday night sounds great! And nothing like my Wednesday night.

Not that I can complain. I had Indian takeaway that really hit the motherflipping spot. Then I watched an episode of QI totally uninteruppted. Then I went to bed at 9:30 because I was exhausted after a bad night sleept the night before and attending the Fowles' renovator auction where I had to fight every tradey, man, his pregnant wife and their dog for hot deals on bathroom vanities and laundry sinks. So I guess you could say RIPing kind of sounds like my Wednesday night. But not in the same way that it sounds like James Gandolfini's.

Have a told you lately that I love you? (PM)

My doona knows I love it because even in the middle of these hot heatwave nights I take it to bed and hug it a little instead of getting under it. I just love that beautiful baby so much that I don't want to spend any night without it.

But it's good to be back under it. So good that last night, one of the greatest things that can happen to a person happened to me. After going to sleep relatively early, I woke up, like I always do, at what I thought was about 5am and feeling like I could use another million hours in bed. I felt disappointed for a second because I knew that in a bit over an hour, my alarm was going to go off and I would have to get up. Then I dared to think....imagine if it is actually only 3am and I have heaps more time to sleep. I allowed myself the tiniest bit of hope and looked at the clock and readers....it was half past midnight.
I had the whole night's sleep ahead of me. I still can't believe it happened to me.

Haiku Thursday (AM)

Some best things

Real life giraffes

So much better than cartoon

Approximations

Two bucks, five hours

Zoo parking treats you so right

Look and learn, PT

At home faux facial

With mostly Aesop samples

What a god damn treat

An afternoon nap

With winter sun on your face

Is the best, best thing

Haiku Thursday (AM)

Just one today readers. 

Flannelette Pyjamas

It's because of you

Cosy is in out up down

And all around me.

I think I have something in my eye (PM)

Mate, your mother truly is the most adorable lady in the world. Not to disrespect my own mother who, along with my dad,  truly did me a solid this weekend by driving all the way to Bacchus Marsh and even staying in the freezing cold, blue carpeted Bacchus Marsh Budget Motel just so they could look after Baby allowing me to fully enjoy Blizzie’s beautiful wedding unfettered and not having to look for Baby in the bush all day.

Still, the only thing I’ve got in my eye today is sleep. I’m so tired. Do you know what it is like to have to party on with a bunch of wonderful people, eat delicious food and dance to some great tunes for 12 hours? Well it is great. And so tiring. And that was Saturday. Yesterday all I did was eat and watch TV and still I feel tired. Perhaps it is because I had to do all that in the messy house I left on Friday.

Plus I had this awesome idea to eat a hot, hot burrito for lunch with the idea that the chilli hit would be a wonderful pick-me-up. But check out the size of this thing:

Turns out that eating a giant burrito has just made me even tirederzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

It's complicated (AM)

I know that it was less than a week ago that I was singing autumn's praises. And I stand by everything I said. I love autumn. I love the clothes you get to wear. I love the colours and the light and the transition to heavier, redder foods. But all relationships are complicated, right?

Like, even though I love autumn, I kind of hated how when I got home from the pub yesterday evening it was practically already dark even though it was only 6:30. I also hated how even though it was not a very cold day I felt really cold when I got home and I couldn't really shake it. And I hated how I remembered how these feelings are just going to get stronger over the next 5 months.

But then I loved how effing good a cup of tea tasted. I love how good tea and toast in the evening is in autumn. And even in winter. And when I got into bed it was so warm I can't remember the last time it felt that good. In fact it felt so good that even though it was 8 o'clock and I just got in to read Baby a story I fell asleep. I love how good sleeping in autumn is. But I am pretty sure I don't want to go to sleep at 8 o'clock for the next 5 months.

Shit, it's really complicated.

Haiku Thursday (AM)

Bubble

You know that feeling,

Like you're living in a strange 

Bubble? Me neither.

Jeans

Legitimately,

How many pairs of jeans can

I own? I want more.

Wind

Sound of wind outside

Sweet in my ears, lulling

Me to sweeter sleep

Apps for iPhone/iPad
Phone games can be so
Addictive for months on end
And then it's over