Oh yeah. The blog…
By hissychick | February 14, 2011
You’d think after all the fanfare I might actually write, wouldn’t you?
*Cough cough. Ahem*
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Fixed it
By hissychick | February 6, 2011
…not the husband (he’s beyond hope). The blog. Specifically the annoying 404 no comments what looked to be a scary unresolvable technical issue.
After spending an inordinately long time seeking out an answer and getting all sorts of htaccess file and permalink gobbledygook from scary nerdy techie people I took a decidedly calm and non hissy yet hissy approach to the problem.
Check and uncheck boxes in the settings page for comments until it worked. And it did.
Take that geeks.
Anyway I am sure you don’t want to be reading about all that after my very long hiatus from the blog. To be honest I am not sure there’s anyone left out there still reading.
Here’s the briefest of updates:
Miss I is now thirteen months old (gasp!). She is not quite walking but loves to excitedly and innocently exclaim “ASS!” as she cruises the furntiure like a senile and drunk old Irish priest, much to the amusement of my puerile self. A total Mummy’s girl who will eventually turn on me. They always do.
Miss E is three and a half and both extremely bright and kooky at the same time. Think Bubbles from Absolutely Fabulous only a neurosurgeon. My little externally wide eyed middle pixie thinks nothing of waking me at six am to ask why people walk from the back of their feet to the front before interrupting any mumbled preconscious response with her own quirky reply along the lines of “I know..so the wind can blow in and keep our feet cool..can we do Irish dancing now so my feet are happy?” Yeah I don’t know either.
Miss A is six and in year one and very grown up thank you mother. How the fark did that happen? Still scarily bright and now that she can read so well we can no longer spell out issues not for little ears let alone leave the netbook running with the blog post window open (go away A I want to share anecdotes that can be unearthed and used against you by future employers and not you!).
The husband is still his highly amusing self. Only now he has a beard that sees him mistaken for a bikie/terrorist suspect/Jewish Rabbi. And often all three at once.
As for me I have survived round three of the first twelve months and am heading back to the paid break that is part time work at the end of this month. I probably should go to the hairdresser to do something about the greys that signify my older but no wiser mother of three girl kidlets state.
Right then. Off I go to waste time looking at all those bloggy widget thingies that all you cool kids have spend quality time with my family.
Wonder what they’ll make of that in the thirty seconds before I’m told to go away?
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Hello is this thing on?
By hissychick | December 9, 2010
Just testing to see if it all still works….
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Mess
By hissychick | September 29, 2010
I’m guessing from the zero comments to my last post that no one actually reads this blog anymore. Which is fair enough given my slack tartedness in writing anything (and of substance) and worse still, my own failure to comment on all of the wonderful blogs that I have slipped behind in keeping up with of late.
Anyway.
The title of this post refers to both the state of my house….and me.
Let’s just say that out of the two our abode is in far less of a state.
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Overcoming inertia
By hissychick | September 24, 2010
Tell me……in an attempt to get back to blogging should I just force myself to do daily mini posts a la my Facebook updates or would it be better to attempt a massive update so that all those precious kidlet milestones aren’t lost?
How do you translate the endless to do lists into proper action before you are overwhelmed and at the mercy of anxious procrastination yet again?
Is routine- not just for the kids- for yourself a good thing? How do you make it work? What activities do you schedule?
If you want to start on changing your diet and exercise habits…where do you begin and how do you actually motivate yourself into moving beyond ideas into action?
If you know that breastfeeding and cosleeping are leaving you so stressed and sleep deprived that it is affecting your parenting to the point where you feel almost disconnected from it all and yet you can’t stomach weaning and controlled crying…what do you do?
Help please…….
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Go read a shiny happy blog instead
By hissychick | September 8, 2010
Allow me to put aside the kidlets for a post or two because I am about to have a bloody great big whinge.
It has been four years since I’ve last had my body to myself- and in some of that time I have been both pregnant and breastfeeding- and I’m completely. burnt. out.
Breastfeeding is proving to be challenging. Again. My littest ‘un is making it extremely difficult to achieve my goal of a minimum of twelve months of breastfeeding thanks to the fact that she will only feed at sleep time, wrapped and in the dark of the bedroom and has been this way for months. As if trying to fit life in around sleeps isn’t freaking hard enough (and something I have been dealing with for over five years now) I feel completely housebound by this arrangement. Little miss won’t feed when out, and won’t sleep without a prior feed, even though it is the dummy that she actually falls asleep with. My anxiety levels go through the roof. When we are out we are usually at least half an hour from home. You get the drift.
Don’t even get me started on the monthly breastfeeding strikes around the time of my period, and the several days of expressing to get it all back on track.
In spite of this I already feel guilty that I am not capable of considering feeding until two and beyond like I did with Evie because I truly believed she was my last baby.
The lack of sleep is getting to the stage where it is no longer tolerable. Immyjim still wakes in the night and ends up in bed with us because I am too bloody tired to resettle her in her cot but then I end up not getting quality shuteye thanks to the rolling and space hogging baby.
The net result is I am the snappiest most unenthusiastic mother I have ever been…and that’s saying something. I yell at the slightest non provocation. I am constantly irritated and always on edge. I am so unmotivated and feel almost disassociated from my husband and kidlets. I wonder where my sense of humour has gone. I am eating crap in an attempt to boost my energy levels and am now the fattest I have ever been. And for someone who was once on the brink of an eating disorder this is very confronting.
It’s revolting.
And although my rational brain knows some of the steps that I need to take to get out of this vicious circle (ie get baby to sleep in her own cot, probably even in her own room, consider- gasp- weaning, me time, exercise, meditation, a return to part time work blah blah fishpaste) I am too emotionally drained and guilty to know where to start.
Sorry for that internets, even I can’t handle the sound of my own whining. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my family and appreciate that I really do have a charmed first world life. I do however need to make some positive changes so that I feel more like myself again and can then be a much more positive and engaged mother and wife. Especially to my two oldest kidlets, both extremely bright, one very intense and who desperately need a calm and responsive mother who can meet their needs.
And here’s the dumb thing. If given the opportunity to add to our family (and it isn’t an option, but still) I would do it in a heartbeat. What is wrong with me?!
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When poetry is required
By hissychick | September 4, 2010
Many moons ago I used an excerpt of T.S. Eliot’s ‘Marina’ to reveal the gender of Miss Immyjim. Tonight I feel compelled to revisit and meditate on this poem in full:
Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga?
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Thank dog for the voice of the poets when you are struggling to encapsulate your own.
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Remember me?
By hissychick | August 24, 2010
*waves shyly*
Yes I am still here, and yes I really do want to get back to blogging. Just tidying up a few minor impediments first:
Periodic episodes of numbness and pain in my hands that has the medicos perplexed. House decluttering, wallpaper stripping and new floor laying.
Mr hissychick’s new business venture.
Writer’s block.
Juggling school and preschool runs and fitting in what I can around Immyjim’s naps.
And the most piss poor excuse of all, spending time with my kidlets. They are all healthy happy and well and all exercising various ways to crush my spirit of course.
I won’t lie, for some reason trying to catch up on blogging and photos and all of that palaver makes me anxious, and so I procrastinate. However most of those of you who still check in from time to time are probably well aware that I tend to microblog on Fa(r)cebook, so if you want to keep in touch shoot me an email hissychick(at)gmail(dot)com.
To finish up, here are some not that recent pictures of my girl progeny, just to remind you of how cute they really are. Naturally they take after their mother.
Until next time, smooches. With tongue if you get the next round…
Topics: Taking a mini break, blogging ahoy, goth girl, we are family, woman of (non)ambition, words and lack thereof | 4 Comments »
PNFFS
By hissychick | May 18, 2010
It’s fair to say that I am suffering from PNFFS.
PNFFS, in case both you and the mental health professionals didn’t know, stands for Post Natal For Fark’s Sake.
And it as exactly as it sounds.
I am tired. I am anxious. I can’t focus.
I go from loving to monster mama in three nanoseconds flat over the most trivial of things.
There will be no wife of the year prize for me either.
Don’t get me wrong, I love and adore my kidlets (and I would write you a lovely blog update post if the thought didn’t stress me out) and the amazing husband. It’s just that I am a bundle of uneasy nerves.
Is it the sleep deprivation? Hormones? The stress of parenting solo from pre 6am to post 6pm? Lack of vigilance when it comes to unhelpful ways of thinking?
I don’t really care what the cause is, I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.
But I’m not sure where exactly to begin…..
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Mooooooooooo
By hissychick | May 6, 2010
Eight point three five kilos and almost 66 cm at four months and one day.
It would appear I produce King Island Cream and not milk!
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