Posts Tagged "headache"
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Hello!!
Welcome to the new look Sleep is for the Weak – with it’s very own custom domain name!
I decided the whole ‘bloggymama’ url was getting too confusing, and after making a big decision about my future recently (which I’ll tell you all about soon), I decided a hosted website was definitely in order to give the whole venture a bit more of a professional feel and more flexibility. I signed up with Justhost.com and got a killer deal for a year’s hosting – a bit of treat to myself after the success of the blog these last few weeks.
Yes, I know. I said I wasn’t going to mess with the theme. But I couldn’t resist! See, turns out if you host your own wordpress blog you have almost unlimited choices for customisation – and for a perfectionist, obsessive tweaker like me that was an opportunity too good to let up. And, well, I get bored easily and when I loaded the old theme up it just looked a bit blah. As well as a new look we’ve got lots of fancy new icons, widgets and features which I hope will make the SIFTW experience that little bit more user-friendly.
So what do you think? Be honest! Knowing me I’ll probably change it all in a couple of weeks so feedback would be appreciated! If anything doesn’t work or is fiddly and annoying then please tell me so I can change it. Unlike with a wordpress.com blog you have to do pretty much everything yourself – something that dawned on with a growing sense of horror as I realised how much coding I was actually going to have to do.
I’ll be honest – it’s kind of consumed me the last few days. I’m not very good at ‘making do’ and until it was all perfect I just couldn’t let it rest. So lots of late nights and annoying my husband with endless “do you think this looks better, or THIS?”. Bless him – as usual he’s been more than patient (and as usual I ignored most of his advice – oops!)
I’m still not entirely sure I’m happy (not sure about the font now I’m typing! *edit* changed it!) and haven’t finished some of the pages but it will HAVE to do for now because I’m getting withdrawal symptoms from actually writing rather than fiddling with stupid details and getting a header-ache.
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I’ve got lots of news to share with you from the last few days so expect a blog update very soon featuring:
- life changing decisions
- being brave and laughing in the face of impending failure
- a new job (well, kinda)
and
- the true, secret nationality of Kai – he’s not English I’ll tell you that much.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the new site!
P.S. Special mention to my lovely friend @flimgeeks for helping me out when CSS coding was making the little vein on my head pulse alarmingly. If you’re into all things hip and happening in the world of tv and film (and pop culture in general) and are looking for more witty, intelligent, interesting people to follow on twitter, then he’s your man. Follow him. Now.
Invasion of the body snatchers
I am in total shock.
After our previous experiences with Kai and this sort of thing, I had been anticipating complete meltdown at Kai’s 12 month booster immunisations today, packing all favourite toys to try and distract him and preparing for many hours of sobbing and cuddles. I even warn the nurse on entering that he has a tendency to be ” a bit of a drama queen”.
And guess what. He didn’t even cry. Not even a whimper. Just looked slightly confused then pointed at the door as if to say “right that’s that then. Lets go”.
Who is this strange child and what have you done with my Kai?
The strange pod child is now home and playing happily with Mr Fireman #2, attempting a daring rescue of small purple elephant from my shoe. The dose of Calpol I prepared in advance sits redundant on the side.
Maybe I should take it? I certainly have a headache from all the stressing.
*POSTSCRIPT*
Phew! Within seconds of publishing the above, strange pod child took a tumble and gave his head the minutest of bumps. The agonising wails have only just stopped 5 minutes later (and that’s only because he’s having a get-better comfort feed as I type.) I think it’s safe to say that it’s the real Kai after all. Thank goodness for that.
Read MoreBoy Meets Bike. And a lot of other stuff.
Shhh…. I should be doing housework. But after a few halfhearted attempts I have given up. In the aftermath of birthday celebrations my (extremely small) house looks like a Toys ‘R’ Us, complete with the hyperactive child, harried looking parent and the evoctive smell of sick and wee.
We have a ball-pool. We have TWO play tents and a tunnel. We have a pirate-ship shaped helium balloon three times the size of it’s recipient. And we have several hundred toys that all play different annoyingly shrill sounds and/or songs. Pre-Kai we were always that smug childless couple who gleefully picked out the largest most irritating toy to bequeath on their friend’s offspring. I think it’s safe to say they’ve successfully got their own back.
When phoning our house at the mo you’d be mistaken for thinking you’d accidentally interrupted some kind of farm yard massacre. On a building site. Next to a railway line. With emergency service back-up. Interspersed with the profound and inspirational insights of Thomas the Tank Engine (“Number 1 always comes first”) and Small Digger Man #2 (“Let’s get DIGGING!!) you may also hear the soft thump thump thump as I bang my head repeatedly against the wall.
The fact that the toy manufacturers of most of these toys have mercilessly omitted an off switch is possibly the most concrete proof for the existence of the Devil (and so God) that I have ever come across. Can I hear you say ‘Ei I Ei I Oh?’
In addition to the new toys we also have, of course, THE TRIKE (assembled by AN ADULT of course – with absolutely no swearing whatsoever). Idol of worship, adoration and excitement. The most well received birthday present by a one year old in possibly the history of time. The epic tale of this boy’s love for his bike will no doubt be the stuff of poetry, ballads and multi-million dollar movies for centuries to come. If he had the strength, Kai would certainly have carried it up to bed with him for his nap just now and fallen asleep with his head nestled lovingly on it’s well assembled plastic seat.
When buying said trike however I forgot that we do not have a garage or a shed or any other kind of outside storage apart from a falling down out-house that is already full of washing machine. So we may have to start putting the trike in Kai’s bed cause to be honest I’m don’t know where the hell else we are going to keep it. Or the ball pool. Or the tents. Or the pushchair. Oh or the sand and water table – did I mention that one?
Sitting here and surveying the carnage I’m thinking some kind of Ikea-esque self assembly storage solution type jobby may be in order. Or possibly a new house.
Or a bonfire.
I shall leave you with some photos from Kai’s birthday celebrations, which I’m sure everyone who played some part in it would agree, broke all records for fun, excitement and pirate-related mayhem.
It’s been fab. Just a rather consumerist, halving the living space of my house kind of fab.
Has anyone got any aspirin?
