My baby turned two this week and I'm not coping. Sure I would love a good night's sleep for once in my mumma life, my body back to my normal shape and size, TV viewing that wasn't in the form of animation, songs in the car that weren't related to farm animals and colours and a bit of a life. So why is my body craving another? Go ahead, call me insane, I don't have the 'I'm done' feeling but never the less my baby is officially a little kid and this is quite possibly the end of baby season for me.
So I decide to begin in the worst possible way. I open the box of old baby clothes. Holding up the tiniest 0000 Bonds jumpsuit wondering how my giant toddler ever fitted in this. I'm pretty sure his feet are longer than it. Want to know what not to do? Bury your face in the box and sob uncontrollably. Yes what a sad case I am! I have always let friends borrow my kids clothes and this made a great excuse to hold onto them a bit more. However, the plastic tub was on the verge of eruption and just by some tiny chance in a million I quite possibly happen to have another boy, we will keep some just-in-case. Keeping my favourites and good stuff to lend out, the box is half the size but that is some good progress done by me.
Moving on to the second not to do job; sorting photos. This has been two weeks of emotional torture and anyone who would have watched me throughout this experience would have had some serious second thoughts about being my friend. I could go from laughing to sighing, to smiling, to crying in the space of twenty photos. I wanted to do this mainly because our hard drive is full and I was confident 90% of the photos were blurry, selfies from my kids and one's I took of myself or with the kids. 100 photos of the same thing, 100 selfies to be OK with just one of them to filter and put on instagram! thank God for filters!!! I can make myself look brown and 10kg's lighter with the tap of the 'Valencia' button. Not to mention the good old high angle to hide my other chins. With thousands of photos deleted I thought I would start choosing some to print so Franklin could finally make a place for himself in our house. That's right, he is yet to have a picture of the mantel and our family photo is way before he was planned. I have only been able tot get away with it because the baby photo of Jack looks exactly like Franklin and I never correct anyone when they comment. Don't judge I'm on it now and better late than never. The tricky situation now is that my 'Print' file contains over 100 photos and I'm, a) not buying that many picture frames and b) this may have an impact on my other two children. So I'm going to pick one, blow it up and start with that. My mum, who I love, has a lounge room covered in pictures of us and her grand kids. We call it 'The Shrine' and when we were in Adelaide last year, I was tempted to swipe one of Frankie's to bring home but I dare say she would have noticed. She has made sure there are the same amount of photos for each grand child so no one is left out. She has a lot of grand kids, hence 'The Shrine'. (Love you mum)
Today's job is the toy room. The two giant red tubs ready to be washed, sorted and boxed. The great thing is so many of my friends have bubbas and are still going so they will always be played with and though I am no hoarder (big chucking fan), I will keep the favourites for years of playing. I used to hate going to my parent's friends houses and there was nothing to play with because their kids had grown up and they now had their life back. I swore my house would always be fun for kids and so I'm keeping that rule.
No sleep, no clothes to fit into, gigantic sore boobs, grey strands of hair poking their way out all over my head, clothes covered in food, poo and vomit, having a person attached to me 24/7, no time for yourself, nappies, whinging, endless mess, a bottomless laundry basket, a zoo of noise, hourly feeding the children who claim they are starving and can't wait for dinner; why would I want to go back?
Because I get to do this...
And watch this...
and to me, it is completely worth it