o2muse

1. Bad Touch - The Bloodhound Gang
2. Boys and Girls - Blur 
3. Band of Gold - Freda Payne
4. Babooshka - Kate Bush
5. Bigus Dickus - Monty Python

Let me start this post by saying that I am now an Avon representative, and if you would like to purchase, or know of someone who would like to purchase, Avon products, you are welcome to contact me!!!! :)

Charlie is growing up so quickly. He was standing at the window when the Lawn Mower man came today, and he's going "AWN MOWAH". I don't know where he picked that up from, but he was adamant that that is what he was seeing. Good on him I say. He tells me so many stories every day. He's a cutie.

Wedding in 4 weeks.
Most things organised. Still plenty to do though......

I am so exhausted.
Just doing the dishes completely knocks me on my arse.
Then Charlie wants constant attention and it's so hard.

That'll be the last time I have surgery I'll tell you that right now!

So last night, Charlie went for a nap at 5. That was ok. I got his dinner ready, and when I heard him grunt I started to get it in a bowl for him......and he went back to sleep. Ok. That's fine too. But when it was 7.30 (his usual bed time) I started to panic. What if he woke up at midnight and wanted to get up and play and have dinner then?! WHAT WOULD I DO?! I NEED rest. Need. When I start getting rest-pressured, I find it even more difficult to sleep. 

I had nothing to worry about, because Charlie slept for 14 hours. What a little trooper. Of course I still had a craphole sleep, but at least I got something, and I was soooo glad I didn't have to get out of bed until 7.

My stitches hurt and feel funny. Itchy. Blarh. That must mean they're healing.

It is Sam's 1st birthday party today. Charlie and I are invited (of course). One of the other cousins however, has chicken pox. He's only 4 months old. Everybody has been around him (except for Charlie and I) and I'm worried that if I take him to this birthday party he might catch it from someone else who is unknowingly carrying it around. 
But if I don't go to this birthday party, then Sam's Mum will get major snarky at me. 
But seriously. Who wants Chicken Pox when they're not even 1 yet. Who!?

What do I do?!

Well. I had no sleep last night. Matt insists on having the fan on even if it isn't hot. I HATE having the fan on, because I'm one of those freaks who lies there thinking it's going to fall off the ceiling and cut me to pieces.

So I had the fan chop, chop, chopping above my head, then Matt was snoring his head off for most of the night (thanks Matt), then, when I was ALMOST asleep at 3am.......Matt shoved me in the face with one of his giant paws. 
I said "OUCH, don't touch my face" (because you know....I've just had 4 teeth ripped out of it). He mumbled something and rolled over. I can only imagine he was still asleep, because he doesn't remember a thing. 

This morning Matt, Charlie and I went to drop Sam his 1st birthday present, and he wasn't home. So we talked to his mother, and then it was time to take Matt to the airport.  I sucked down some mashed chips and gravy (mmmmm) and then it was my turn to take the driver's seat.......I shouldn't have been driving. I thought I'd be ok, because it was Wednesday that my teeth were out, and it was Friday today after all..... but no.

Just over an hour to get home, and I went straight to Oma's house, where I barely remember arriving, I plonked Charlie in her lap and layed down on her couch for about 2 hours. Nodding in and out of a very light sleep. Charlie and Oma were having a good time though, so I didn't feel too bad. I took the chumpler home at 4. 

Did some washing. 
Cleaned some house. 
Cooked some baby-dinner. 
Now the baby is napping, and his dinner will go cold, but I suppose that is why they invented microwaves isn't it.

This entry was so craphole, because I am so tired, and so so out of it.

I'll have to go make sure the pond's water hasn't gone down at Mum's house again tonight. I went there yesterday, after not going for 3 days, and there was only half a pond full!!!? Crazy. It's been fine for weeks, and you don't go for 3 days and BAM. 

Pah whatever I'm going to lie down while Charlie is having a snooze. Good job Mummy. Good job.

So I finally did it. I finally got my wisdom teethies out. All four of them. Couldn't have happened at a better time, because the problem one was starting to get infected again. Ahhh feels so good to have it gone. I think. I'm still EXTREMELY numb. I am dribbling half-blood-half-saliva everywhere. They said "You're not bleeding, you're just stained". Oh lovely. So lovely. I can taste blood, and I can't drink without water running down my chin.

Charlie is sitting in his high chair having a jolly old whinge at me, because he wants me to talk, and I.....well, I can't talk that well, and talking hurts. So I'm grunting at him occassionally. He was SO happy to see me when Matt collected him from my Oma's house. I love being Mum. Best job ever.
It really is lovely to have someone THAT happy to see you. Doesn't happen to me much I can tell you that!!!

Struck up a conversation with the lady in the bed next to me. We could both barely speak, but I managed to find out that she had 6 children. SIX!!!! She said "oh you'll have another one", but I really don't think I will. It hurts people. And yeah, you remember that it hurt, contrary to popular belief.

Being a bit affected by the Anaesthetic and many drugs I was put on still, I don't remember what I said to Matt in the carpark, but I assure you that it was hilarious.
Then again. I guess it could have been the drugs.

Charlie is chomping down his dinner that I just made, but Matt has to feed him, because I tried and failed miserably to blow on the food to cool it down, and I couldn't even test it because I can't feel a thing!!!! ARRR. I don't like this balloon head business. 

So. Desperate Housewives was about to come on, and I was cleaning the kitchen. Matt walks in "Don't worry baby, I'll do that". 

Now I absolutely hate leaving Matt with any responsibility to do with cleaning, and not because I'm a good housewife and don't like to see my Man doing woman's work. No no. It's because my man is pretty hopeless at doing housework. Incredibly hopeless. 

I yabbered off a quick list of things that needed to be done, and he said "Yeah no worries". 

It should have taken about 15 minutes.......but it didn't. He's outside hanging washing (another thing men are no good at!!!! They peg things all wrong......). So I go to the kitchen, and sure enough he only actually did one thing that I asked....and half of another. So I heard him come back in and he didn't return for a while so I quickly ran to the laundry, where sure enough, he was loading more washing..... 

"Please don't" I say.
"I'm just putting more washing on" says he. 
"Please, just....please just go sit on the couch". 

Good thing. I opened the machine and there were tissues in pockets!!!!!!! It could have been disastrous.

I've been making up charts that I plan to stick in each room with daily, weekly and monthly instructions of things that need doing..........(for the occassions when Matt offers a hand..... and it serves as a friendly reminder for myself, not that I forget, I just need lists!! LISTS) I was starting to think that maybe I was a little oh I don't know.......obsessed and paranoid, but really...... some things just need to be done properly. Or I flip my lid. 
Flip.
It.

In other news, Charlie walked from the end of our bed to the door (about 1.5m) without falling over. It was so cute. Every day he can go a little further.

So. Finally. I got some child-free time.

Last night Rick and I caught the train to the City (man it's so great now that the train comes to Rocko!!!). We walked all the way to Spirit Sound Bar......wait, no, it's Tiger Lils now, anyway, there was a big line, and I'm not really interested in waiting around in lines at the best of times, so we hightailed it down to Carnegies, looked at some people (that's my favourite pasttime) and then walked in to Northbridge. 

On the way to Northbridge I had this unusual sensation on my toe, it felt like I had a jellyfish in my shoe, but that's just impossible isn't it! ....being that I haven't stepped onto the beach in about 2 years, and I'm quite sure there aren't any jellyfish living in my closet. 

So I just sucked it up and got on with things. 

While in Northbridge we went to Mint, we were one of the only 5 people in there, which suited me just fine, but it wasn't very exciting. So we had a chat, got our photo taken, and then waddled over to the Shed. Where we got our groove on. I like to dance. Flail about. I'm more of a flailer than a dancer. I finally got home to bed at 12.30. That's very late for Mums like me!!!

So when I woke up this morning, I had a blister where I thought there was a jellyfish. That explained a lot.

I went to the movies with a friend of mine, and her husband and my ....well, Matt, stayed home with the baby.

Had a jolly old time, when I got out of the movies I had an SMS saying "Yeah yeah, it's ok, you just take your time......don't rush". It was very sarcastic. It was from Matt. I think he'd had enough of babysitting, although being someone's Dad isn't something you can class as babysitting really. He needs to calm down a bit I think.

Now Matt is off at some bucks night to watch some dirty rotten strippers, and I am sitting with a Corona, my DS and my top friend the TV. Charlie is fast asleep. He's a little angel. He took 5 steps today!!! 5 steps without falling over, that's impressive.

I think I already told you all that Charlie has taken his first steps. But now he can push his walker wagon along like a pro. He stands up without holding onto things too!!! He's a pretty gorgeous dude.

Actually here is an entry. 

Apparently thousands of people showed up waving little flags at the new train to "cheer it" on it's way to Mandurah. 

What a bunch of tools.

Haven't you ever seen a train before?

I'm going out to party it up on the 28th of July, and it'll probably be the only time this will be happening all year.

I have about 5 outfits worked out, and I only have one body to wear them on. 

So I have just under 2 weeks to narrow it down to one. Matthew doesn't seem as concerned about the crisis as I am. 
He's also not very helpful when he sits there going "yeah that looks nice" to everything.

Get with the program people

I don't mean to sound like a jerk (ok so I do), but that's two people now who have said it, and it's so absurd.

Teething.....

Definition (and general consensus from everybody with a brain): Teething is the eruption of teeth through the gums.

So you can't claim that your baby STARTS teething at 10 weeks old, but doesn't happen to get a tooth til they're 8 months old. That's just fucking stupid.

You START teething when your first tooth appears. So your babies aren't super cool, or super advanced, they just like to chew on things, they actually started teething when they were 8 months old.

It's not that fucking hard to work out.

Charlie is snoozing on me. This is often the case when I'm on the computer, because well..........it gives me time to play about on the computer. I could put him in his cot, but he'll wake up too soon, and he likes it on me, so he can stay there. Every now and then he is opening his little eyes and looking at me to make sure I'm still there. If I was his cot, he'd cry. 

He's been a bit of a Mummy's boy this week. If I so much as leave the room, he starts to whimper and wants me back. It's sweet, but it can get a bit difficult when there are things that need to be done. Oh well. The house can be messy for a few more days I suppose. It's not going to hurt. 
I have to keep telling myself this, because I HATE IT WHEN THE HOUSE IS MESSY. 
Then big oafs come along and mess it up more. 

Bloody Matthew! Nah, he's lovely, but what is it with Men? How can they walk past things like dirty mugs and crumbs on the floor and not let it irritate them?

There are some dodgy characters hanging around outside our house. They scare me. I'm afraid to go outside. I wanted to go to the shops, but they're loitering. I suppose you expect this sort of thing when you live next to an alley way. 

Bloody Magpies. GO HARASS SOMEONE ELSE.

They're coming closer to the door now. I hope they step in doublegees.

No I shouldn't say that, that's not nice. They're leaving now.

FUCK YEAH

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I don't have tickets yet, but I will soon if I have my way..........and I will!!!! THEY GO ON SALE ON THE 13 of JULY..........

FUCK YEAH

MARILYN MANSON IS COMING TO PERTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK YEAH

I'm referring to the news story about the high school "bullying".

That's not fucking bullying.
That's the work of some absolutely fucked up kids who need to be locked up, not 'expelled' from school.

That's bullshit.
It makes me scared for Charlie. I want him to have a nice life free from things like that.