| Yesterday was a real bad day. It started at 3am with one of my many trips to the loo. Both girls were up and playing! I forced Steve out to deal with them, figuring that he gets to sleep all night, he can bloody well see what its like not having a full night's sleep. He bundled them back into bed, I dozed off and awoke again at 4.30am for another toilet trip. Sure enough, both girls are wide eyed and playing. Grrr! I send Steve back and try to nod off again. Finally the sun rises, the girls are predictably miserable from lack of sleep. Steve goes to unlock the front door from the inside and its broken. We all have to exit through the garage. We can't even unlock it from outside, seems something gave in the night. We got out for the day and decide to have some lunch. Moon refuses to eat, so the three of us eat and then head home. There's a message on the answerphone. Sugarbag's Mum. I call back wondering if this is about our meeting and irritated if it is. Turns out Sugarbag had a car accident on the way home on Friday night. No one else was involved. Apparantly she just lot control and slid off the road into a field. That very Friday during the meeting I addressed my concern that this fairly long drive back and forth was causing her to be extremely tired. On Sunday she comes home with dark eyes, complaining of a headache, on Monday morning she's even more moody and glassy eyed than normal. She's already told us that previously she had to get someone else to drive back because of tiredness. She dismissed my concerns, citing her love of driving. Of course, without knowing the facts I am wondering if she lost concentration because of tiredness. There are no car accidents. Only driver error or vehicle error. Neither of which provide me with much reassurance as she does drive our kids around. I didn't think over the phone with her Mum was the best time to question it all. Instead I passed on our regards. In the background Steve was asking for some help. I ambled over to find that our smart, intelligent four year old, the one that exceeds her developmental milestones, speaks other languages, etc has stuck a god damn bead up her nose. Grrrrr! Fortunately, Steve was able to get the thing out - saving a long and painful trip to A&E. During all of this I was getting some mean stomach cramps. Wondering if it was another false labour, I tried to ignore it. After a while Steve started to complain that his tummy was also very sore. Sure enough,two hours later sees him, Pip and I, lying on the couch, wailing in agony over our sore tummies, while of course Moons is happy as larry. This pain has gone on all night. Steve's wondering around like a wet week in a thunder storm, groaning like a girl and making out like every movement is ripping him in half. Pip is still a little sore, and I'm like a grizzly bear with a sore tooth. We now have no childcare, so no contingency plan when I go into labour. Looks like I'll be labouring alone, as Steve will have the girls, which I'm really upset about. We can't use the front door. I'm tired and just fed up. I have my OB appointment in a little while, which I'd excitedly decided would be time to book an induction. Now I'm worried that she'll tell me I'll be going into labour soon! The Nanny will be back sometime this week. Although she's not able to lift, and being as she's not very active/mobile anyway, it'll be twice as infuriating for me. Unfortunately, there is no alternative at this stage. This other girl I'm communicating with won't be available until September. Very, very sucky day. |