Post holiday blues and hormones all at once combining to make me feel like a heap of poo. I know its just that, but boy was today a candidate for the Heap of Poo Award.
However, as an aside, i will just add that the day was mainly saved by going to visit Tammy and Sam, which was, of course, lovely 🙂
I should list all the good things; Fran sitting down to do her normal unasked and working through them without being reminded to concentrate. That she worked for probably almost an hour in an applied and cheerful way. That she read to her sisters and stopped gamecubing when i asked her to.
That they went up and tidied them room when i asked.
That Maddy drew a series of pictures showing what each of us was doing at the time.
That Amelie asked to do “work” and sat colouring with us.
That they asked for healthy fillings to sandwiches, not chocolate spread.
That Fran put on a game for herself and scored 100% on all the logic puzzles.
That Josie is asleep on my bed after gorging on the same food as the others all day. Puree is behind me. I am an ex-puree feeder.
Didn’t stop me being grouchy and grumbly though, and tired to be honest, i felt almost pregnant tired after a bad night with Josie. She is taking the odd bit of formula from a bottle now, but she hates beakers and only tends to do it when she doesn’t notice that she is. I’ve weighed up the pros and cons and decided that on balance i’d rather give her some formula if she wakes at night and bf through the day than try to
do any sort of sleep training – i tried sleep training with Fran and it nearly broke us all. Formula seems a better option than pitiful nights of trying to ignore a weeping child. 4 children is too many to try and manage on a night broken up into 5 or 6 chunks. For me anyway, i’m not superwoman.
I’m now getting riled by an email thread again – i think i may have to leave this list as well. I dunno – i’ve really hated some medics for some of the stuff that has happened to me but i do find the “everyone in the entire medical profession wants to damage my birth experience” routine. I’ve had some crap care and some crap advice but i can’t take seriously people who just take offence at every single hospital protocol just because it is one. Grrr bah humbug.
Been reading round the blogring and faintly amused by the fact that everyone seems to be getting slightly more ‘formal’ for want of a better word when i am feeling somewhat ‘sod it and see’ about the whole thing. I feel like i’m permanently at odds with what the current trend is!
Todays thought was that i could perhaps get Fran to choose one of our simple factual books each week, read it herself and then teach her to research the topic by using our personal library, then help her do a lapbook or something on it. We’ll see. Maddy just wants to do sums.
EDIT: Oh yes, we are following a trend actually, although we also aren’t. Max bought a board game of The Chronicles of Narnia at a boot fair while we were away but didn’t want to play it with them till they knew the story. So tonight, after a brief tussle with them as to why i was starting with the second book, we started The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Typically, fran then remembered we did in fact has a picture book of it, which i read her years ago but she took no interest in, but seems to be delighted to be getting the real thing anyway. I was delighted to be reading it too, some of my all time favourite books. If they like it, i may even do the curriculum thing, i looked at it and like it a lot a while back.
