A not-so-triumphant return.

I’m still here, we’re still here… If you happen to follow this blog, I do apologise for the hiatus. I know it must have been hard to get by without my enthralling updates and witty commentary.

I packed my computer away two weeks ago, for a range of reasons. I have been slightly more productive without it, in whatever way a stay-at-home mother of one with no real hobbies can be productive. I did learn how to use my sewing machine and have almost finished my first ‘big’ project, so there’s something.

The past week has actually been kind of… terrible. Devin presented with a mouth full of ulcers last Saturday, and you can imagine how fun that’s been for everyone. His behaviour around me has regressed to an almost unbearable level – I cannot do anything with him without being screamed at. Even more excitingly, I started feeling symptoms of the same illness on Wednesday, and now I’m relying on ibuprofen and codeine to get through the day. The catch-22 is, I can’t bear eating without the painkillers, and I can’t take the painkillers without first eating. Devin is getting much better in terms of health, but his behaviour hasn’t received that memo…

Right now I’m quite agitated by the neighbours’ loud music that’s been going for four hours. Something I have trouble conveying to people is exactly how disturbed I am by stimulii – I’ve often heard, “You’re just too sensitive” and, “You need to block it out”, which makes me want to laugh and cry in frustration. I am too sensitive, and I can’t just block it out. I would love to be able to just ignore it, but even simple things can become overwhelming. The sound of the TV plus a conversation is too much. The sound of someone’s insistent, loud, bassy music is… invasive, to say the least.

Well, it wasn’t a very happy post, but it’s the state of things at the moment.

 

An ill-conceived post.

– Urgh, I’ve been sick since Sunday afternoon. Basically, I think my stomach is trying to kill me or something. Let’s not even talk about it, except to say, it hurts it hurts it hurts, ouch, and I’ve been swinging between pain, nausea and migraine for the past two and half days. So hooray for that.

– I still haven’t finished reading A Game of Thrones. It’s a difficult book… I mean, it’s really violent and horrible and there’s children involved and nothing ever goes right for the good guys, it’s just depressing. That’s not to say I think it’s a bad book, it’s just not something I find easy to dip in and out of.

– I told myself I had to finish it before I could start my other books – The Fry Chronicles by Stephen Fry, Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan, and Parenting Beyond Belief by Dale McGowan. I also said that when I got Baby Catcher by Peggy Vincent in the mail, but I finished Baby Catcher within the week… It was so easy to read, such short chapters. You know how it is. Parenting Beyond Belief is heading the same way, because it’s a collection of essays, essentially. Darn it.

– Jene and I went to the optometrist a couple of weeks ago. On the plus side, our eyesight hasn’t deteriorated since our last eye checks. On the negative side, spectacles are expensive. Jene legitimately needs new frames, whereas I have perfectly reasonable glasses already, but never wear them because I hate the frames. And I only need them for reading. So we’re both getting sweet new glasses… eventually. When, you know, we finish paying for them.

– Here I was feeling all confident about writing this post, but my body lulled me into a false sense of smugness. I feel ill again, and I need to go to bed, so quick, what can I use for the title. Oh ok, I’ve got one. See you later – hopefully when I’ve stopped dying.

Park and pharmaceuticals.

After weeks of identical daily weather forecasts – ‘mostly fine, 27 degrees Celsius’ – I was both surprised and grateful for the sudden cold that’s moved in this week. I was also caught off guard in terms of clothes for Devin – he had a few items of winter clothing that still fit, but I hadn’t really thought about building up a new wardrobe for the season. (Even though all the stores have been shoving woollen knits in my face since January.) I had to dash out yesterday to at least buy some long-sleeved shirts, dreading what crappy options I’d have to choose from this time. And yep, they were crappy. Surely, surely, it must say something to stockists when they’ve still got racks full of the licensed character merchandise in every size, but are left with empty racks galore where the simple, classic clothes once hung. It spoke volumes to me yesterday.

In addition to the cold weather, I also have a cold. The second one in under four months. I’d been sick twice in four years in our former town. The price of social contact, I suppose.

Today, with a runny nose, heavy head and aching ears, I did some self-medicating and wondered how I would last the day with Devin. He napped for two hours in the morning and then helped his Pop outside, bless them both. We had to do something in the afternoon, though, when the welder and angle grinder came out, so to the old standby we went…

 

The Japanese gardens, hooray!

 

Or… not hooray?

 

Tractor came along for the ride, too.

 

There was something rustling in the bushes, which was Big News.

 

So big that there was no time for trivial things like, watching his step.

 

Ambitious. (But it did go in.)

 

I see a haircut in someone’s near future.

 

I don’t know. Just look at that leg action. Like a pro.

 

He wanted to go somewhere and was not impressed that I wasn’t jumping up to follow him immediately!

 

But all was ok when he got to bang on the big tree trunk sign. Aw yeah!

 

I guess (hope) they’re expanding the gardens. There was a  mini excavator doing work, so we sat and watched that for ten minutes.

 

Enthralling. (Yeah, my hair has faded to exactly the same colour as Devin’s. Now instead of, “Where did he get that hair?” we’re getting, “Oh, I can see where he gets his hair!” I just smile.)

 

The only chipmunk native to Australia.

A sunny but cool day in a pretty garden where a toddler can pretty much entertain himself + Nurofen Plus and/or Codral cold tablets = happy me.