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Just me.

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It has been a long time and I had too much going on to try and get the words down. HB has been sick on and off and it has been a little stressful. Theses childhood fevers are so scary to watch. I am not sure that the fancy digital thermometer is a good thing. Every time you see that high fever your heart lurches a little and you question yourself. This time I decided not to go to the doctor, because they always get stressed because the fever is so high and then they say they cannot see where the infection is, causing the fever. Then I have to sit in emergency waiting for the fever to come down (because once you get there, they refuse to allow you to leave until the fever is broken). Hubby and I managed it home, I hardly slept, but he ended up fine. He is happy and healthy and hopefully ready for school again (he has been on holiday for almost 4 weeks).

I have been busy with a friend who has been going through losing a family member and as a result, my sewing has stopped (and I need to have the costumes completed!) It was hard to watch her die, and I was very disturbed for days after. I realise that I have never seen a dead person that close, let alone stand there while their heart stopped. To see that machine zero, it was traumatic for me, and I was not even a part of that family. I can only imagine the grief they feel. I was glad to be there, and to be less emotionally involved, and able to help them after the death. Onto gladder times….

We need to organise HB’s birthday which is approaching in 2 weeks. Hubby and I decided that this year can be the Spur party and we will give ourselves a break. Everyone needs a Spur party at least once (or that is what we told ourselves). HB is very excited about it. He was never this excited about the parties we planned. I ran out at lunchtime yesterday and organised it with the Spur and I have to say, it is way way way cheaper than hosting it at home.
Hubby and I also need to go plan our part of my Dad’s birthday next week. We have a mini break, visiting with my family next week. We are having a big family lunch at my parents’ house, and each kid is doing their bit. Starters, main meal, dessert, tea. Hubby and I doing tea, which includes the birthday cake. I have decided to be kind to myself and give up the idea of making all the snacks myself. I am going to just buy it, because I need some quiet time. Shop bought stuff is not bad and they will travel better.

While I always knew I was very conservative, I did not know how extreme. The other day at work, there is a new guy. We are an office of women, so it is a little strange. I was busy earlier in the week updating drawings by hand and I was using a light table which is in a store space away from the general space. This guy kept popping in to talk to me and ask questions, and I realised I was very uncomfortable with him, alone in that little space. I looked for an excuse to pop out to my desk for a pencil, or ruler or something, because I was very uncomfortable with the situation. How do you handle something like that at the office? He was not doing anything to me, but I was very very uncomfortable. Do you just tell the person to leave you alone? Do you explain? Or avoid it like I was doing. I tried saying I was very busy and I would come help him later, but he did not get it.

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Pancakes.

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I was up early on the cold Saturday morning making pancakes for HB….it was all mommy guilt.  The day before I fetch him from school t o find that he had lost a second pair of shoes in two weeks. I was so angry with him.  I told him he is getting no TV, and this, time, no toys or books either.  He just needs to go to his room and face the wall until bedtime.  I was so angry as that is almost R600 for the two pairs of shoes and socks.

However, I knew I was very angry and I did not want to be shouty crazy mom, so I did let him watch TV, because I needed a timeout for myself.

Sunday found me buying a new pair of shoes for him (at this stage he only has his house boots, which he was wearing out, and his brown school shoes…I had to buy new shoes). He offered for us to sell the WII, but I said it was fine.  We will not sell it (who would buy it anyway), but he will not be allowed to play anymore and no more tuck shop treats on Fridays, in fact no more treats at all.

The no more treats thing is going to be hard because we have a birthday party, and a stage outing planned for this week…and both are going to come with treats.  Also, we need for him to get a vaccination, which usually involves a treat.

But back to the pancakes: he was very hurt by me telling him he would have to look at a wall all evening.  He was even teary up on Saturday when we spoke about it. He did ask for a play date, but I said that he could not have one, due to the shoes.

How do you deal with your child losing their school stuff? I started taking things away, but there is not much more to take.  I am not in the habit of punishing, and what punishment is appropriate?  Also, he is not doing anything  out of the ordinary for his age group, all the kids are losing stuff everyday.  I see it in the class group. His teacher mentioned that he is one of the better ones at remembering, but still, it does get expensive. As to why the stuff does not get returned?…all I can think is that someone else has his clearly marked items and has not returned it. My phone number is on everything…..?

Diet progress and the child.

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One month down on this diet.  A total weight loss of 8kg and an average of 2cm loss on parts of my body.  I have to wait two more months to do blood tests and see the affect on my body in other ways. I think I am happy with that.  At least I am getting smaller and I feel fine.  I have not starved or felt icky and dizzy.  I have to admit the first week was not easy:  I felt ill (well eventually found I actually was ill, so may not have been the diest at all.)

I have added back exercise, since I have been feeling better.  So 30 minutes.  I must say I have not been finding it easy to make time for those 30 minutes.  I have announced to my family it is my 30 minutes and  I am taking it for myself. I try to do it last thing or first thing in the day. It has also kick started hubby to do some exercise too.  His a whole lot different from mine, as for now, I am just doing basic cardio, until I feel more fit to try anything else.
HB has been such a pleasure, that darling child.  Some days he can be so sweet and cooperative, that I wonder where that terrorist inside him lives?  He is one of those children who takes the time to notice a new shirt or earrings and compliments me.  He will tell me how much he loves me.  He is a child that loves to be touched. He will notice that his room has been tidied away.  He will offer to help clean.
 And some days, I wonder if I have been gifted with the patience to deal with the moods and tears.  I need to learn to listen and be sensitive to avoid these moods.  Sometimes I feel that he just wants drama.  His sandwich is not cut exactly right, his shoes are missing, he wants a specific teddy bear, he wants to bath, and not shower.  He does not want to wear his shoes. Sometimes, I have to give myself the timeout, to clam down and find the patience.
Hubby and I were busy all Sunday, redoing the inside of my clothes cupboard.  I just do not understand deep shelves, that are too high to reach.  We moved my hanging space higher and then installed full extending drawers from the bottom up.  Now I can see all the things packed into the drawers and everything hanging. I can sit down and see everything and then I can actually wear all the clothes I was too lazy to wear, because they required a ladder.  Note I am average height, and not particularly short.
I have decided to give the Marie Kondo method of folding a chance.  Hubby took one look and said he was not packing my laundry into the cupboards anymore.  I must say it looks great. The folding really takes up less space and because I designed the drawers shallower, we fitted in more drawers. The standard shop fitted drawer sizes are too deep and waste space. Also, the fully extendable sliders make a difference, you can see everything. I must remember this the next time I design cupboards for a client.
Have a great day bloggies.

School stuff.

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I am not sure why I do this to myself, OK, I guess I do it for HB.  This week we had two playdates.  For me that was a little too much, as the one was unplanned.

HB was invited out to swim (we have been having such hot weather) and I was reluctant to let him go alone to a house I had not seen, especially with a pool.  So I stayed for that one.  It was actually fine.  The mom and I always chat quickly when we fetch the kids, but at least now we got to know each other a bit better, and she is very nice. HB can go visit without me.  They are vigilant over the kids in the pool and HB is comfortable with both the dad and mom.
The one on Sunday was unplanned, but I have had the kid before, and it was not bad.  The mom and I sat and chatted for about an hour watching the kids play, and then I offered to drop him off later, since the boys thought they had not had enough playtime.
HB has a blast and was happy to reconnect with boys no longer in his class.
This meant that I was busy all weekend.  I was making pancakes and muffins and cooking and cleaning and felt like a full time job on top of all this was too much.
At nine in the evening I realised I had forgotten to cover HB’s book, with the dreaded contact plastic. I hate that stuff.  Why do teachers do this to us?  We don’t just cover a book, you have to cover over your kids artwork on the front, and it aint always flat artwork. The advantage of doing it so late was that I saw no bubbles 🙂
Hubby was working full long days all weekend, but he was nice enough to notice the clean house and complimented it.
My star child vacuumed the entire house by himself.  At this age, it is a fun thing to do.  I just have to keep an eye on him while picking up and he did it all.
I mopped the floors and HB was also very happy with his work.  I must say I was impressed.  He did the corners and a pretty good job.
The school uniform is driving me nuts.  I cannot get those white shirts clean, after only one wearing.  The have a blue and green embroidery and stripes in the collar, so it is not something I can stick in bleach.  Why does the school do this to us?
HB did well in the swim assessment, but my anxious mother heart cannot deal with him swimming unassisted in a 2m deep pool, so it is not an activity we have chosen. He swims outside school in a heated pool with an attentive coach, so he is not missing out. I was surprised he passed the assessment, as I did not think he had the stamina to swim 25m, but he did.
They grow so quickly, I want to grab him and say, stop, wait for me.

Parenting rewards.

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Yesterday I had one of those terrible, nausea inducing headaches.  The kind that makes you want to pull your hair out, because pulling your hair out would be less painful.  It was so bad, that I eventually had to pop a blue pill (they are really strong and always knock me out within twenty minutes).  I normally would not take that when I am alone with HB but I could not stand the pain.

I set up the TV to stream Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse cartoons, left out snacks and juice and then lay on the couch next to HB.  I also messaged Hubby to let him know I was going to fall asleep.
HB has instructions to wake me in an emergency.
I also left the front door open.
I am paranoid about sleeping when I need to be watching HB.
I fell asleep…HB was fine and I awoke with less pain.
While I was asleep, I felt HB come over to me.  He brushed my face and forehead, brushed back my hair and gave me two little kisses on my forehead and said: ” I love you Mama”
He thought I was fully asleep. Then he went back to his seat and continued to watch his cartoons.
These little moments are to be treasured and lets you know that you are not all bad at this parenting thing.