Zzzz 27 April, 2006Posted by possum in Parenting.
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So. tired. I can't even blame the (not so) little bundle of joy, who has been absolutely wonderful in sleeping through the night this week. Somehow I got the best baby ever. Anyway, I'm not being kept up by a baby that won't sleep and it's been good sleeping weather. The kind of weather that is cool enough to snuggle under the doona, but not so cold that I need to wear a tracksuit to bed. I sleep pretty well until five am and then spend the next two hours in a dream state where wacky things happen like playing triples tennis (??) and my baby sprouts transparent teeth.
Whoops 21 April, 2006Posted by possum in Relationships.
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I did something I thought I would never do on Saturday. Rather I didn't do something.
I got up Saturday morning and got the family ready for a day at a tennis tournament that my husband and I were playing. We got in the car and drove for twenty minutes to the tournament. We registered and found out which courts we were playing on. We spoke to many people. We set up a base for the ton of baby gear we had brought along. I went off and played my first set of tennis and had a win.
By this time it was half past eleven. I returned to our base to find my mother-in-law visiting. Cheery hellos and how are you goings.
"I just thought I'd drop by to wish [her son, my husband] a Happy Birthday…"
"…I mean I know we came around yesterday but it's nice to see him on the day."
This is what has happened to my mind post-baby. Birthdays have always been such an important thing to me, I make a point to try and remember everyone's birthday. I knew it was his birthday because he had been receiving presents the day before. I feel terrible about it, mostly because it's one more thing that has changed since having a baby and I don't like it. I can't remember a thing. I would struggle to tell you what I did this morning.
Fortunately my husband is very forgiving, if only because he can never remember the date of my birthday. Last year he wished me a happy birthday the day before my birthday. Hey at least he remembered to give me the good wishes, I couldn't even do that. I seriously doubt whether it would have occurred to me at all that day without prompting. I think it's time to buy a planner.
Let down like a day old balloon 3 April, 2006Posted by possum in Life.
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I have been feeling a little deflated lately. Life hasn't been working out quite as well as I have hoped, in many ways. Work, business, sport, relationships. Nothing has gone badly and I should thank my lucky stars for what I have. But. If only. I hate it when I get like this. There is so much good in my life and all I can focus on are the tiny details, the not-quite-perfects.
I have been reading How to Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie. It started out as a joke, because I could hardly believe the person that owned the book and firstly read it and secondly dog-eared pages. The principle of Part Two Chapter Two is to smile. For the past week I have been greeting everyone I see, the stranger walking their dog or the policeman asking for information, with dirty great big grin and a hearty greeting. I'm not sure if it's lifting the spirits of the recipient but it has been working to help lift mine.