My name is Bee.
Mom to Lucas, born April 2013.
I like to make stuff out of yarn and fabric.
Just because I’m so sure you were all wondering (by which I mean I’m sure you’d quite forgotten I ever mentioned it), I’m not pregnant.
I have mixed feelings. It would have been a surprise baby. It would have been a lot earlier than we planned.
But I kinda wanted to be pregnant anyway. We’re emotionally ready, just not ready in terms of circumstances. So… Meh.
My Christmas Wishlist:
Oh shit, yeah, Lucas won’t be able to use this question because I didn’t take James’ name…
The three year old next door shouts for me (incessantly) when I am inside the kitchen but the back door is open.
KID GOOD LORD GIVE ME PEACE. BOTHER YOUR OWN PARENTS.
I am going to bed. I hope not to wake until the Scottish Referendum result has been announced.
It kind of boggles my mind that vaccines have become a medical boogeyman to some people.
If you are a non medicating sort of person (I know one or two) I can see why being against vaccines would make sense to you.
But most people I encounter who are either anti-vax, or who are a bit fearful of vaccinations, are perfectly content with most other medications. So what is it about vaccines specifically?
And for the record - if anyone who is anti-vax picks this up, I’m not trying to debate the issue. I’m not trying to insult anyone, either. I just don’t understand the thought process/reasoning.
If I’m lucky, he’ll just sleep straight through dryer repair. If not, hopefully he’ll be content to hang out on my back while the repair is going on.
Hanging around waiting for someone to come fix our tumble dryer. It’s in warranty so it’s free, but I’m still anxious about it because our slot is right across naptime (anywhere from 10:30 to 1:30 - Lucas usually naps around noon). I have visions of nearly having him settled and getting a knock on the door.
I also really hate dealing with workmen/repairmen. I know, I am an adult and I need to deal with it, but I have never had one speak to me without being incredibly patronising (or overly nosey about my personal life). I’m also not actually British so don’t innately understand when it is appropriate to offer tea (but am very worried about appearing rude if I don’t). I find it all very stressful.
In other news, I keep having a hard time falling asleep at night. I am not doing well at this SAHM thing this week. Roll on the weekend, I say. Roll on the weekend.