WARNING!! WARNING!!!! You are about to enter the cranky zone. Now I know I didn't promise sunshine and lollipops in every post, but this is just a little "heads up" that this post is rather like a 2 year olds tantrum. Pointless, loud and unnecessary but be damned if there is anything you can do but hang on and wait for the cranky to stop ; ) Read on at your own peril.
As you would now be aware this post is all about me being a cranky pants. Yes its childish and yes every last word of it is undoubtedly "first world problems" and yes we all have our own problems. But when you have your own blog you can write about your problems, but for now this is my blog and I'm queen cranky pants. So there.
There's no rhyme or reason for my dark mood really and I'm sure its nothing a good nights sleep and a few adult beverages or special mummy daddy "cuddles" wouldn't fix but nonetheless its here. It started Friday evening which is just rude, because it was Valentines Day; but Naughty 1950s hubby had just left for work after our lovely Valentines lunch ( gotta love shift work) and I was feeling a little over everything. Then I picked up the boys which was lovely, but had to sit around at school for an hour waiting for Mr J's karate class to start. Could have gone home but once they see the Wii my chances of getting either boy back to do sport would be nil and I didn't have the energy for that fight, weak I know. And that's another thing.... I am so over boys and computer/Wii/Nintendo/PS games. Particularly Disney Infinity. I thought minecraft was an insane obsession, but no Infinity is worse and WAAAYYYY more costly. So all in all a dismal start to the weekend, Valentines night at home on the couch whilst wrangling Mr 5 and 6. Add to that the fact that it has been raining in Sydney for three days and you can imagine the cabin fever taking place in my house.
On top of that Naughty 1950 hubby is at day 11 of 14 days straight so I have been juggling the bedtime routine solo for a while and that's just crap. Unfortunately Mr T is exactly the same as me at that age and has a tendency to become wide awake at about 7 and bounce off the walls until about 11. If I'm lucky. I learned that as a baby his tired signs were actually hyperactivity, so the more tired he was the less tired he looked. That was more fun than a barrel of monkeys with a baby let me tell you. At least now I can grumble and say go to bed even if he doesn't; at least there isn't a screaming cry. But the unfortunate flip side is that Mr J will go to bed relatively easily, but insists on waking up anywhere from 5.30 -6.30 whilst Mr T sleeps until 8. So everyone gets the right amount of sleep just a little screwy.... except mummy of course who goes to sleep when the youngest does and gets up when the oldest does. That's one time I don't hate the Wii I have to be honest.
And that's another thing, I have a love/hate relationship with hubby's shift work. Sometimes when I just want to sit on the couch and watch trashy tv without any comments from the "cheap seats", or sit playing with Facebook for an hour guilt free without feeling like you should be having meaningful conversation with your beloved, its awesome. However when you have to do food shopping alone with two small boys, or when you are trying to get the youngest into bed whilst the oldest is bouncing on the bed begging for a story, whilst you are simultaneously trying to prepare the household for the coming school week, a second set of hands would be helpful.
But look; I am extremely lucky. I am not a single parent, nor am I the wife of someone who goes away for work weeks at a time, or have to worry that my hubby could be in danger whilst doing his job like police or army/navy. I have two beautiful boys who love mummy so much that one of them wants his own special mummy and Mr T time every night. I don't have to try and work a full time job in the city anymore wondering if my boys are being looked after properly or if I will get to see my hubby this month, if we can coordinate our crazy jobs. Leaving home at 7 and getting back at 7 on a good day. Maybe next time I have my cranky mood I should just remember how lucky we really are. Or think of this song that has been stuck in my head for days......
Xx
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