What a week!! We made it to the weekend in one piece, so high fives all around for us. I'm sure my husband would like to high five me in the face, for the way I've been acting since he got home Wednesday night. 7 days of barely any sleep, with not one but two sick children has turned me into a super villan from a Marvel Comic.
My response to everything my husband has asked me in the last couple of days, has been thick with the tone of someone who is ready to lose their sh*t. The worst part is I know it, but I just can't help it. I don't even know why he continues asking me questions, when my reply is basically a snarl.
I just miss my sleep and having normal brain function. At the moment I am functioning on keeping us all alive. To be honest, I resent the fact that he gets to go off to work and leave me to deal with the joys of sick kids. It sound so absolutely selfish, but its the truth.
I know that he would much rather be home with us tending to sick kids (or so he says) then working a 16 hour day. I know that if the kids actually let him go to them, instead of demanding that mum come and cuddle them when they are sick, he would let me sleep through the night. Yet when you are tired and the nights turn into days and instead of your alarm going off to wake you at 6am for work, your 2 year old spews on your neck. You start to get a little weary.
I do acknowledge that he has spent these days off forgoing all of his jobs he had hoped to achieve before he went back to work, but so he should. I appreciate but just can't communicate to him how much this has helped me. He has spent his days literally washing and folding a mountain of clothes. The word mountain is very accurate when you have a vomiting bug in your house and two children who have decided that using a bucket to spew in, is for the weak. Apparently vomiting on blankets and all over yourself, is so in this season. The house is also looking pretty bloody sparkly and the bath that was starting to resemble a tar pit, is now sparkling white again. He still reaches out his arms to cuddle me as we cross paths in the house, but my response is usually a death stare and spitting venom in his direction.
So husband if you are reading this, THANK YOU. The venom I spit is filled with love and the death stare appreciation. You are a good egg and I'm blessed to have you.
Add to this assh*le of a week, I have lost my purse. My last memory was using it to buy groceries, but then I also remember sticking it in my laptop bag and taking it to work the following day. After turning the house upside down and I mean literally searching in every nook and cranny, it's not here. The feeling in your stomach knowing that your life is pretty much in your wallet, not to mention all your christmas vouchers, is not a good one. I went up to work not once but three times to search for it. I even looked in the fridge. I rang the shops and the police station and no one had handed it in. All I can think of is that maybe I left it in the trolley or on the roof on my car when attempting to grocery shop on Thursday. Thats what you get for trying to be an adult and buying groceries instead of attempting to break your record of having takeaway for the 5th night in a row. There is also the chance, I dropped it out of my laptop bag when I got out of the car at work. Either way its gone. Gone are my christmas vouchers, gone is the cash I got out at the shops to pay for sporting rego, gone are my ID and all of my cards.
This was such a lousy way to end my week. The husband being the optimist has told me not to cancel my stuff till Monday because maybe, just maybe it might appear. Me being the pessimist, is already deciding what black dress I am going to wear for the memorial ceremony, as I celebrate the good times I had with my favourite purse ever, it even matched my handbag for God sake!!
RIP my orange beauty….
EDIT WRITTEN MONDAY
My wallet never turned up. So today I will need to go and get myself a new identity and cancel all my cards. I nearly got my hopes up thinking the 2 year old had hidden it somewhere. My husband could not find his keys and he asked the kids if they had seen them. The 2 year old was like "yep" and walked off. We followed her and she led us into our bedroom, into the walk in wardrobe, right down the back corner and to a very old handbag. A handbag full of old receipts and tax stuff (as you do when you use a handbag as a filing cabinet) Inside the bag was the keys. There is no way on this earth that we would ever have found those keys in a million years. I quickly searched the cupboard for my purse and then asked the 2 year old if she had seen it. Her reply was "No!" which weirdly she screamed in my face, then stepped into a pair of my high heels and strutted off down the hallway.. #kidlife
The funny side to this, is that on the Friday morning when I was trying to get my 7 year old out the door for school. He realised just as we were leaving, that he had lost his bloody school shoe. He only had one shoe in his school bag, as he had taken them off waiting for me to come get him. He had been at school for only 2 days and he lost his freaking shoe!!!! I was furious. I gave him the biggest lecture about looking after his stuff and it was full of raw emotion of someone who was sleep deprived and speaking in tongues . It could be up there with the best lecture of all time..... Someone found his shoe on the oval and handed it into the office… (yep he is that kid). Crisis averted..
nek minute I've lost my wallet…… Can give a lecture…. can't follow her own advice.
I've also have spent the last couple of days beating myself up, because I haven't had the time to get a 5 week detox plan together for a friend. I absolutely hate letting people down and it took all my willpower to actually tell her that I can't do it this week. I thought about pushing through and getting it done but I also thought about jumping on a aeroplane and legging it to vegas for a mummy time holiday.
The funny thing was, that when I finally got the courage to ring and ask if she could give me another week to get on top of it, she had some news for me. She told me that she realised that her husband were going away to the Gold Coast mid February and she wants to be able to eat whatever she wants whilst there. She also has a hens night for her sister and then a wedding at the end of March. In April, her work is hosting a fundraiser cocktail ball and she wants to be able to drink. So May looks like a good time to start, according to her current day schedule. This made me laugh, because this sounds so like the old me! I pretty much based my diet and calories around my social life. I could go a whole week on air and water just so come the weekend I could roll round in junk food and alcohol.
I am going to get the 5 week detox up and posted for anyone who wants to have a go at it. However, I think I need a week or two to get my head on straight and start adulting again. The 7 year old seems to be 100 percent back to good health and the 2 year old is slowly getting there. You know she is still sick when she chooses to lay in bed and watch Peppa Pig, rather than running around the house terrorising the dog and planning ways that she can get her brother in trouble.
The dog has really enjoyed the last week or so. It can finally walk around the house quite freely, without feeling like an extra in that scene from Juarissic Park where the T-Rex is approaching and the water starts to tremble. That is pretty much the story of its life, but instead of trembling water its booming toddler feet stomping sounds.
Last night we celebrated the birthday of one of my Aunties by having a Sunday roast with the whole family. I absolutely love these type of nights with my extended family because there is so much love and laughter shared. My Aunty San should be in the business of party planning, cause that lady can and will set the most beautiful table and decorate like a pro.
When I go to any party or dinner and I want to have dessert, I usually offer to make the dessert or just bring my own. I have never and will never expect people to accommodate my fructose free lifestyle. I have no problem with this at all and it doesn't even register on my radar.
I cooked a pork belly and apple sauce last night (which somehow in the oven shrunk to the size of a single serving…awkward) and some potato wedges and sauce. My mum came and picked up my dishes to take to the party because I had State Cup Oz Tag training and was going to arrive late. I wasn't worried about taking a dessert option, because I knew that running around in this stinking humid heat for 2 hours was going to make my appetite non existent. However fast forward to sitting in the aircon, after indulging in the most amazing roast and vegetables and I had a little hankering for something sweet. I started eyeing off the kids strawberries and thought I might have to steal a couple of them to tie me over.
Imagine my absolute surprise when my cousin, who was in charge of making sweets, handed me my own personal little dessert. She had found a recipe online that I could have!! I seriously was speechless.
I am now close to being 12 months sugar free and this is the first time that anyone has ever made me something separate. Its like a bloody Christmas miracle. So Biancia, if you are reading this… you need to up your cousin game because Emma just may have pulled the trump card.
Pfft who needs sleep and a purse when you have your own Apple Crumble.
So thanks Em for being an amazing cousin and thanks for seriously bringing some sunshine into my sh*tty week.
So… same time next week for an apple crumble pick up??
Yesterday I literally spent the whole day in the kitchen cooking. I have had the guilts up pretty badly this week, as we have pretty much demolished all our frozen back up stock of biscuits and slices and I found myself reading the back of tiny teddies in the supermarket.
I had a list of what I wanted to make:
Thermobextas Potato Wedges and sauce
David Gillespies Choc Slice
Herb and Garlic Butter Scrolls
Pork Belly and Apple Sauce (for the party)
Skinnymixers Cheese and Pumpkin Puffs
Sour Cream and Onion Chick Pea Chips
The husband had requested the coconut crack, the 7 year old wanted the chocolate slice and the 2 year old has a special love interest in those Butter biscuits.
My favourite was the Thermobexta Potato Wedges!!
I was hoping to find a recipe for a good nights sleep, but I didn't have all the ingredients to make myself a cup of phenergan. I have been a little bit bad this week on the Sugar Free Energy drinks. Yes I know they are so terribly bad for you and I know that I should not be having them but I don't drink coffee and unless I could find some stallion blood to inject into my veins, it was my only choice I had. My husband has now banned them from the house.
Unfortunately I didn't get to make the Cheese and Pumpkin Puffs and the sour cream and onion chick peas, but I will attempt to make them today. I have linked the Cheese and Pumpkin Puff recipe but can not link the sour cream and onion chick peas due to copyright reasons. I will endeavour to see if I can find something similar on the internet, since most recipes these days seem to be a copy of one type or another.
I hope your Monday is amazing.