Children. And Whistling.

That's right, I am having a rant about children.  My own children.  I'm horrible.

That's how I feel anyway but before deciding that I am a horrible, horrible person let me please explain to you that I am tired.  Very, very tired.  In fact I am beyond tired.  And I have decided that tiredness is a good excuse for me to be a little bit mean today.  I absolutely adore my kids (obviously) and I would lay down my life for them but for the last few days I have struggled a little bit with my patience.  I won't bore you with all the gory details but here are a few highlights.

1) I have been thrown up over.  I know that this is standard fayre for being a mother with a poorly child but I cannot bear sick.  Of course nobody is going to hold their hands up and decare "I just love sick", but I really can't bear it.  It makes me gag and it's not much easier when this sick belongs to my own kids.  It makes it a bit easier to deal with but not much.  Baby A is gorgeous and very cute but when he is sick on me I don't like it.  Especially when that sick smells of banana flavoured penicillin. 

2) Boy Z has learned to whistle.  At first this was very funny and very cute.  At 6.50am it is a little less cute.  At 8.00pm, just as I have got the poorly, puking baby down to sleep the incessant whistling is even less cute.  I must admit though that the woman that shot my husband the look of death in the Trafford Centre because she thought he was whistling at her was a particular highlight of my day!

3) Assignments.  Boring, snoring assignments.  I am nearing the end of a course I have had to complete to become a registered childminder.  The subject matter is fascinating.  The structure of the course is a joke and it has been driving me mad this week.  Have you ever tried concentrating with a 4 year old and a 10 month old in the room?  I don't mean concentrating on the latest episode of Greys Anatomy or concentrating to write a blog post.  I mean real concentrating.  It's pretty hard.  The whistling doesn't help either.


4) Toys.  I am sick to the back teeth of colourful, noisy, plastic toys littering my lounge.  I normally don't mind but for some reason this week I don't like it.  It's probably because I am craving sleep and a bit of space and the lounge is my safe haven and at the moment I'm lucky if I can make it across the room without getting some stupid toy car embedded in the sole of my foot.  To make matters worse Boy Z loves setting up intricate games which are wonderful but it does mean that Baby A is not allowed anywhere near them.  Exhausting!  I have just had to remake a "no entry" roadsign for him because Baby A had got his hands on it.

I know I shouldn't moan really.  I am beyond lucky in having such wonderful children and my husband is a diamond but I am really ready for the beginning of a new week.  Hopefully a week with less puking, less crying and les whinging but with more sleep, more smiling... and dare I say it, more whistling?

I am linking up to Mummy Barrow's Ranty Friday and can't stress enough how therapeutic it is so if you want to have a rant then link up too!


4 comments

  1. Karen 05 July 2013 at 10:35

    I can't remember if you drink coffee, and I know you don't do wine, so I am thinking I need to send you a massive bar of chocolate instead? Hugs! Totally get your rant! I know the feeling! Hope Baby A is better ASAP and I'd suggested bribing the whistler to stop. Worked with Em! ??

  2. Ines 05 July 2013 at 10:47

    I don't know what to say....you wanna a cliche...it will soon get better or you are doing just fine...lol...come on girl you can do it....essays are a pain but think of what is at the end of the tunner insh'Allah

  3. Candace 06 July 2013 at 04:03

    Sorry to hear your little one has not been well and you are struggling with energy levels. Lack of sleep and tiredness makes everything seems so much more of a challenge. No matter how much we love our children there is always a time when things get to us. Totally agree about the whistling, my Son does it too and it just annoys the hell out of me. Hope you can get some rest soon, I know ridiculous thing to say when you have children!

  4. Mummy Barrow 11 July 2013 at 07:39

    Oh dear lord, poor you. Tiredness is a killer. I have had to take myself off social media today because I was so bored with my own dull updates relating to how tired I am. If you can, nap, even if for ten minutes. And go to bed early. There is something luxurious about hitting the pillow at 7pm. Thanks for linking up, and sorry it took me a week to get here to comment!

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