Sometimes I feel so inadequate as a parent
Today little bear must have asked a dozen times that we don't go to nursery tomorrow. He doesn't want to go to nursery, he's too tired/too poorly/a child roared at him...
Everyone is baffled. I have been to the nursery on all sorts of odd occasions, and it is far from a pit of vipers. In fact it is a pleasant, clean and stimulating place. I know that they are lovely with him, it is evident.
Last time I took him it was when I had my last lot of physio before Christmas. Poor little mite begged me to leave him with Grandad (darling father had a date, so that couldn't happen) and then, when forcibly left at nursery he sobbed that I was too come back as soon as I can.
I have to keep taking him there, or I am making such a rod for my back when he gets to school. I need the chance for drs appts, clinics etc.
But every day he has been saying that he doesn't want to go to nursery. I am dreading his first day back.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Little bear doesn't like sleep
As little bear is officially now a big boy (according to him) he no longer has a gate on his room. This means that the latest he has woken me with a slammed door is 8.30.
Little bear has always had vitamins. I regard them as a useful supplement but that really it is my job to get good food into him. I fail, therefore vitamins aren't bad. He LOVES his crunchy Kids Vitamins.
Little bear has been taking a syrup for eczema which has now vanished without trace (so I suspect not eczema). He enjoyed the taste of this, and it was part of his bedtime routine. We have run out of the syrup (still no sign of itching or affected skin).
Little bear wants his medicine. He NEEDS his medicine because he is poorly. He is too poorly to go to nursery again, again, again. His throat is sore. And he won't go to sleep, he needs someone to keep him company and he doesn't like sleep. He is fine, full of energy, bright eyed, bushy tailed and not poorly in any shape or form.
Last night little bear had hysterics for two hours. Well, I say hysterics, he was jumping up and down, screaming, shouting and generally cross at the world. In the end he had a half dose of child's buttercup syrup given with much play acting about how strong it was.
He is getting worse and worse when he comes to bedtimes, he is fighting sleep every step of the way (just like his parents did at his age, and continue to do).
We are fighting the battle of sleep first, and picking up a bottle of malt extract for his 'medicine'. Then we can fight the battle of the medicine bottle.
Little bear has always had vitamins. I regard them as a useful supplement but that really it is my job to get good food into him. I fail, therefore vitamins aren't bad. He LOVES his crunchy Kids Vitamins.
Little bear has been taking a syrup for eczema which has now vanished without trace (so I suspect not eczema). He enjoyed the taste of this, and it was part of his bedtime routine. We have run out of the syrup (still no sign of itching or affected skin).
Little bear wants his medicine. He NEEDS his medicine because he is poorly. He is too poorly to go to nursery again, again, again. His throat is sore. And he won't go to sleep, he needs someone to keep him company and he doesn't like sleep. He is fine, full of energy, bright eyed, bushy tailed and not poorly in any shape or form.
Last night little bear had hysterics for two hours. Well, I say hysterics, he was jumping up and down, screaming, shouting and generally cross at the world. In the end he had a half dose of child's buttercup syrup given with much play acting about how strong it was.
He is getting worse and worse when he comes to bedtimes, he is fighting sleep every step of the way (just like his parents did at his age, and continue to do).
We are fighting the battle of sleep first, and picking up a bottle of malt extract for his 'medicine'. Then we can fight the battle of the medicine bottle.
I managed to knock my shoulder again, which has been grumbling, and have somehow had an allergic reaction to something that took three boxes of tissues, but really, I feel blessed. I can grumble and complain and fret, but I have a warm, safe house. Little bear is gorgeous. I have water!
Now is a good time of year to count blessings, and I shall do.
Now is a good time of year to count blessings, and I shall do.
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Operation Clutterbust 11
Today I emptied six one litre bottles of UHT milk down the sink. They had expired August 2009, but had been stored in an awkward corner. Another two litres of orange juice of an even older vintage went with it.
Wrapping paper has been binned, as has the multitude of cardboard boxes. At least the ones that little bear can bear to part with.
I did add a stack of wrapping paper, but I have identified a place for it. I have also comfort bought two 50g balls of weird yarn which ends up looking like a long pile bath mat. I managed to stop myself buying 1600g of copper coloured chenille in the nick of time!
OH is busy identifying things he wants to go. It is hard for me, he identified an ornament that he didn't want, and I agreed that I didn't want to keep it. So he threw it in the bin. That is so hard for me, my instinct is to say, recycle, charity, possibly ebay. Several items ended up like that, none of them family things or anything, but it is a little uncomforting. I have marked an equivalent on my bar to keep my tally and my spirits up.
Now concerned about the multiplicity of jigsaws that little bear has now accumulated and how on earth do I store them? I was really proud when I managed to throw out a Vanish container. I may have been a little hasty.
Wrapping paper has been binned, as has the multitude of cardboard boxes. At least the ones that little bear can bear to part with.
I did add a stack of wrapping paper, but I have identified a place for it. I have also comfort bought two 50g balls of weird yarn which ends up looking like a long pile bath mat. I managed to stop myself buying 1600g of copper coloured chenille in the nick of time!
OH is busy identifying things he wants to go. It is hard for me, he identified an ornament that he didn't want, and I agreed that I didn't want to keep it. So he threw it in the bin. That is so hard for me, my instinct is to say, recycle, charity, possibly ebay. Several items ended up like that, none of them family things or anything, but it is a little uncomforting. I have marked an equivalent on my bar to keep my tally and my spirits up.
Now concerned about the multiplicity of jigsaws that little bear has now accumulated and how on earth do I store them? I was really proud when I managed to throw out a Vanish container. I may have been a little hasty.
Second verse same as the first
Her three doors down has moved out after selling her house to That Landlord. Goodness only knows who he will bring in - he doesn't seem to take up references. However as I have only put some of the stuff she came out with on here, and none of the stuff that carried a jail sentence, you will have to take my word for it that she is not missed.
I don't know whether it was a parting shot, someone else or what but someone was outside today taking pictures of the cars outside Nice Mr Next Door's house.
Here we go again!
I don't know whether it was a parting shot, someone else or what but someone was outside today taking pictures of the cars outside Nice Mr Next Door's house.
Here we go again!
Little bear is full of presents
Dear heaven, little bear has lots. He is the only child in the family, he has his birthday four days away from Christmas and he blatantly and transparently loves his presents. This includes a lovely nativity colouring book which has been thoroughly examined and attacked, thank you Morgan. That is incredibly kind of you.
You see, that is one reason little bear attracts presents. He genuinely loves all presents. He was thrilled with the colouring book. He was thrilled with the educational card game. After OH had taken down the huge toy castle to make way for the even bigger train set, little bear is thrilled with ALL his presents. The train set is HUGE and there is potential for add ons.
SIL dropped in yesterday. She had already given him two sets of dressing up (he has slept in both) and a bumble bee transformer helmet (if you don't know, don't ask) but just popped in with a few other things. Little bear glowed with joy. I think I might have glowed with bafflement - she bought him bedding. It is gorgeous bedding, but it just seems a little odd. Little bear, of course, loves it!.
I shall be tripping over stuff for weeks now.
You see, that is one reason little bear attracts presents. He genuinely loves all presents. He was thrilled with the colouring book. He was thrilled with the educational card game. After OH had taken down the huge toy castle to make way for the even bigger train set, little bear is thrilled with ALL his presents. The train set is HUGE and there is potential for add ons.
SIL dropped in yesterday. She had already given him two sets of dressing up (he has slept in both) and a bumble bee transformer helmet (if you don't know, don't ask) but just popped in with a few other things. Little bear glowed with joy. I think I might have glowed with bafflement - she bought him bedding. It is gorgeous bedding, but it just seems a little odd. Little bear, of course, loves it!.
I shall be tripping over stuff for weeks now.
Evil cat sucks
Poor old evil cat, at her time of life. She is elderly. Little bear had left some sausage and she wanted it sooooo much. I caught her giving it a determined suck.
Yes, of course I chopped it and put in in her bowl. And it vanished!
Her teeth are just not up to much any more. However her temper is alive, well and as strong as ever as I have some really good, vivid and long lasting scratches from a dispute over who sat on the chair...
Yes, of course I chopped it and put in in her bowl. And it vanished!
Her teeth are just not up to much any more. However her temper is alive, well and as strong as ever as I have some really good, vivid and long lasting scratches from a dispute over who sat on the chair...
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