Puny-versity student

Well I finally got access to my uni courses. I rang on Monday, determined not to be fobbed off with the previous line of "we'll get to you, please be patient". THIS time I got an actual live person, and someone who genuinely cared. It was almost disappointing not to use the well prepared arguments I had lined up, but within ten minutes I had my login & password, and most importantly, the URL to take me where I needed to go.

Seems that was the stuff my "Welcome" letter would have contained.. cept I didn't get one, and in fact it still hasn't turned up ;-)

So in I went, two weeks down. Figured I could catch up without too much hassle..

Pah. You know what "thought" did. Good GODS but things got harder since parenthood! (Or else I just got radically dumber, which is a definite possibility)

And Brae decided that no way, no how is he prepared to share his mother's attention. Not even for a nanomicrowhatever second. I am tempted to use TV as a babysitter, as Braeden loves a couple of the shows on the Disney Playhouse channel (Little Einsteins, Bob the Builder & The Wiggles, namely). However that's not fair to him, and if I was to do that then I might as well throw the kid in daycare after all as surely it can't be worse than Nanny TV?

So if I am really lucky, I get 1-1.5 hrs at midday when he has his nap. It would be great if I could concentrate (ie stay this side of comatose).

Matters are not helped by stinking hot weather (roll on winter!!), and Wayne working his sexy butt off, trying to catch up with his many clients old & new. He was wonderful when Mum was ill, and shelved a lot of work so he could give me whatever time & support I needed (even if it was just to take Braeden for the day so I could sit with Mum), but now we have to pay the piper. The clients can't wait any longer, and the critters gotta eat, so it's work like mad. Somehow I caught up completely on my clients (weird but true), and now poor Wayne is putting in 13 hour days (without lunch.. he doesn't stop at all when at work) in the scorching heat. For extra fun & giggles he's presently landscaping on a recent subdivision (ie the ground is harder than concrete due to all the big machinery that went into creating said subdivision). The section is too narrow to take the truck into, so he's not just digging it out & over by hand, but he's wheel-barrowing all the stuff out, and the new stuff in.

To say that he's knackered at the end of the day is pretty fair comment.

I did have plans of sitting down & doing a good couple of hours after Braeden's bedtime tonight, but my head is pounding and I'm physically whacked after a very long day with Mr Pissy Britches. When this child has finished cutting all his teeth you may well hear the cheers from where you are. Funny how kids are either non-plussed by teething, or turn it into some major tragedy (with very few somewhere in between). Today "The Bubbly" was back to biting, head butting, hair pulling & slapping at my face if he didn't get exactly what he wanted, a split second before he realised he wanted it.

You do find yourself laughing though, when they slap/scratch down your eyes & cheeks, then scream "OW!" at you, and run away holding THEIR face as if they were the victim and not the perpetrator. If someone came in late & saw the second half of the performance, I think I'd have a lot to answer for to the police etc ;-)

But between the storms we had a lot of fun. We stacked & demolished blocks, had a train race, and did creative things with shape sorters. Then a mate came over for coffee which was a happy decompression treat, and now Wayne's making pizza.

I am halfway through a juicy, raunchy faerie/drama/whodunnit (Laurell K. Hamilton's latest), and there's no good reason why I shouldn't open one of the many bottles of wine that seem to have bred (much like the old milk bottles & jam jars tend to) since I got preggers with The Bubbly.

Yeah. Make mine a double :-) The books will still be there in the morning. If caffiene doesn't seem to locate my missing brain cells, maybe booze might!