For example, last
night the Princess sought vainly for my attention as I tried to simultaneously cook dinner and express 200mls of
breastmilk (I know 200 mls, amazing eh?). Standing under a hot shower in the
morning can lead to me spraying the walls with milk in a sort of
sub-Psycho fashion (a little too much information?).
Last night, having fed the boys
all evening at about 1.00 in the morning, I prodded my poor spouse
awake and said “give Michael a bottle, I can’t stand it any
more”. At 5.00, I woke up and having fed the babies, trotted out
to the kitchen to take meat out of the freezer for dinner (which I had
forgotten to do last night, no, this is not a regular feature of my
nights). On opening the fridge, I found that the expressed
bottle of breast milk was still there, which meant that Mr. Waffle had,
all gasp please, given Michael formula earlier in the evening.
Since my husband had disappeared from the marital bed, I had a look
round the house for him to discuss this serious matter. Found him
on the couch looking up the phone book for the number of a local
bookshop. He wanted to order a Princess Waffle memorial book for
the creche. I had to have out the matter of expressed milk v
formula so I was only momentarily distracted by the weirdness of his
Me: You gave Michael FORMULA.
Me: When you gave him the bottle.
Him: Oh right.
Me: But there was expressed milk in the fridge.
Him: Sorry, missed it.
Me (purple in the face with indignation): What?
Him: Are we really arguing about this at 5.00 in the morning?
Both collapse in mildly hysterical giggles as oddness of my behaviour becomes apparent.
A little tired today…
on 14 December 2005 at 09:59
on 14 December 2005 at 12:19
At 5am I was ignoring my big child as he whimpered for attention in his bedroom, whilst simultaneously avoiding eye-contact with the cot that is now sharing our bedroom.
Incidentally, me and Jimi have some of our best rows in the wee hours.
on 14 December 2005 at 13:14
I think I would have poured the expressed milk in the bottle of coffee that Jim takes to work everyday.
on 14 December 2005 at 16:51
on 14 December 2005 at 21:59
on 15 December 2005 at 12:27
GPM, very dull..
Peggy, how imaginative you are.
Minks, am awaiting your new arrival with bated breath. Unlike Ez, I suspect.
Bobble, we aim to please.
HJB, 2 sweeties, you are too kind. For this, I can confirm that there are no mad axe men in Switzerland.
on 15 December 2005 at 16:28
on 16 December 2005 at 11:08