Being Momma G: Day 48

Mina changed her mind. All by herself, Mina decided that she will come to sleep over on Friday night after all. Fucking stupid twat Evil Witch for putting us through the wringer for 3 fucking days.

After terrorising us for 3 days, we received a phone call today to say that Mina had changed her mind about sleeping over for Saturday night only. She now wanted to spend the whole weekend with us, from Friday afternoon after school to Sunday afternoon just before dinner. And there was a big chance that the German lessons would not be held on Saturday - the organisers were having some difficulties securing a venue to hold the lessons.

Fucking stupid twat Evil Witch.

I apologise for the strong language. However, I will not apologise for calling her a fucking stupid twat Evil Witch.

I didn't sleep very well last night. Sean woke just after 11pm for a feed, and because he was sleeping in the bed with us, I kept waking to his movements, and anticipating when he was going to wake up for his next feed. Sean woke at 2.30am and at 6.30am, fed and then went back to sleep.

We had made an appointment with my long time friend Grahame to do Jonathan's taxes. Grahame was an accountant whose accountancy firm was in Epping, and who had done my taxes in the past. Grahame and I became friends back in the day when we were both part of the Macquarie University Soccer Club, but since leaving the club, we slowly lost touch with each other.

Our appointment was at 9.30am, and Sean woke at 8.30am for a feed. I tried to get Sean to focus on his feeding, and for a change, the little man was compliant, and we were finished with the feed and ready to head out the door at 9.15am.

We got to Grahame's office a little bit late, thanks to my moment of distraction which took us to the wrong side of Epping. It took some time get back on track, but thankfully, Grahame wasn't too upset with us being a little bit late.

It was good to see Grahame - still lovely and fun and full of laughs after all these years. Grahame looked over Jonathan's papers and did some preliminary calculations, and worked out that Jonathan may be lucky to break even after putting in his tax returns for the past 3 years. Meanwhile, I promised to find my papers and get my taxes sorted as soon as possible.

After our visit with Grahame, we headed to Macquarie Centre for a late breakfast / early lunch. The little man slept for some of the time during lunch, as he did manage to get to sleep while we were in Grahame's office, but he woke up just as we were finishing, so we went in search of a Parents Room to feed the little man. After the feed, we did a little bit of shopping, which proved to be quite a successful trip.

On our way home, we swung by West Ryde Post Office to pick up my new passport as well as Sean's first passport. What a super quick turnaround for the Australia Passport Office - from the date of the passport interview to the day the Registered Mail notice was delivered to us was a total of a week. Awesome.

The line at the Post Office was quite long, and Sean was already quite vocal about wanting a feed when I left the car. By the time I returned, Sean was totally worked up and beside himself with hunger, his head was completely beet red and he was crying real tears. Poor little monkey moo. As soon as we arrived home, I stripped off and fed Sean. Our little darling was so tired after the feed that he crashed out in my lap straight after the feed. I was reluctant to move him, as he looked so peaceful and gorgeous, so I left him to sleep for the next 2 hours.

While Sean was sleeping in my lap, I reflected on the part of the week that didn't involve the Evil Witch. With Jonathan working from home this week, my routine with Sean changed to include Jonathan between 9am and 5pm. We also had a lot more outings because it was easier to get around when there were 2 of us to care for Sean. Whilst it had been nice to have Jonathan's company, I found it hard to have Jonathan at home.

There were both pluses and minuses with Jonathan being at home. It was really lovely to have someone bring me drinks and coffee and food while I was feeding Sean, but cleaning up after Jonathan took some of the shine off being waited on. To be honest though, I was finding it hard to have Jonathan work from home. Jonathan wanted to be helpful and was great, but fact is, I don't actually need help during the day. I needed help after 5pm, when I'd been looking after the baby all day and I was feeling tired, when the baby needed to be fed and changed, and dinner needed to be cooked, and everything happened all at once. But I felt guilty asking Jonathan to help then, because he was suppose to be working, but as much as a super mum I think I am, I can't settle the baby and cook / eat dinner and go to the toilet at the same time.

Sean woke at 6.45pm for his dinner, and as soon as I'd finished feeding him, Jonathan took Sean and tried to settle him while I made dinner. The little man helped out by going back to sleep, and woke again just before 10pm for another feed.

Jonathan has just gotten Sean to sleep, but I'm totally wired and desperately needing to be alone. I think I'm going to stay up for a bit and get some "me" time.