and yet part of me is screaming allefuckingluia.
Yesterday started like this:
“Wow, the house is so quiet! BLISS”
and ended like this:
“I hate my life.”
Yes, I successfully talked (and ate) myself into a depressive state in six simple hours. Seriously, by the time I had to pick up the boys from school I was crying.
all mostly lack of sleep related.
During the day, the baby has decided he only likes to
settle sleep on me.
While endearing it is also incredibly inhibiting and taxing.
He smiles a LOT and coos at me when I chat to him, which does win him brownie points.
But he will
hopefully soon learn I am the most stubborn and his cot is for sleeping.
I know parenting is not about winning or losing but when it comes to sleeping and your child’s level of hatred for it, it is.
Sure, if you’re a twig tea drinking I only wear aluminium free deodorant and lavender oil for earaches kinda creature, you go enjoy your communal beds, but in this house the amount of sleep mummy has is in direct relation to the amount of yelling.
I made a new type of biccie today. Following Suse‘s lead (and even after I mocked her for her funny lookin‘ baked goods ) it came off the back of a pack of Sunbeam raisins. I made them quite small, so they’re just two bites or so*. Delicious.
Choc raisin biscuits
100g butter, softened
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 3/4 cup plain flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tblsp cocoa
2 tsp cinnamon
1 1/2 cups raisins
- preheat oven to 180C and grease baking tray
- beat the butter and sugar until combined
- add the egg
- mix in the dry ingredients
- make into balls and cook for 10-12 minutes.
Sometimes, because I’m shallow and insecure, posting recipes and cross-referencing them with other bloggers makes me feel like I’m keeping up with all the readers**. And knitters. And craft makers. Sometimes.
You know, what with email, my blog, my mobile and text messages, the phone and its answering machine, instant messenger (when at work), and now facebook, I’m wondering why.
As in Facebook.
Isn’t everyone keeping in touch via email, text and blog?
Doesn’t everyone load their photos on Flikr or Picasa or just send them to their family and friends through their hand held organiser/phone/computer/life?
Is it just some passive aggressive way for people compete on how many friends they have?
And what’s with the poking? I hate being poked, just ask Kirrily.
And the wall – so everyone can see your conversations with others?
That’s just the communication equivalent of the swimming change room when you know you’re not meant to look but OH BOY are you looking.
I just don’t get it.
I also don’t understand bloglines and what that does or mean.
I’ve been over at Goodreads** and thought I could trick everyone by loading heaps of books I read at
school uni on the bus in the 90s as an adult recently. But it wouldn’t let me. Stupid site.
I understand the concept of RSS, but isn’t half the fun of reading other people’s blogs going and checking out their page to see if they’ve updated?
And I realise that that sentence may well reveal I don’t understand what RSS is at all.
Am I really morphing into a luddite in literally just a matter of months?
Apart from that, who has the time?
I watched Stranger than Fiction again today. Excellent. Just excellent.
The barefoot contessa is relatively new to our screens and quite frankly I want to hurt her.
The bob, the chortle, how she uses mayonnaise in almost every dish is all highly irritating.
THEN, if that wasn’t enough to inflict on us, they throw
a mouse a small rodent Giardia De Tormentus at us as well.
Is this what our food channel as come to – chortling fatties and cross-eyed minis?
I really do have too much time on my hands don’t I.
* I’ve had about 10.
**And what Blackbird said about Goodreads? Ditto.