Me, Being Mummy: Weekly Update 81 – Colds, Festive Loo Roll and Rat Catching!

I have had to check and re-check that this weekly update is numbered 81 because I am currently suffering with the most acute case of baby brain, that it is simply amazing I’ve even managed to locate my computer, let alone my blog and it’s contents!

The whole week has actually been susceptible to bouts of clumsiness and cringe worthy silliness, ranging from tripping over my own feet to pressing send on messages/tweets/comments that I haven’t even finished writing. Hence, if anyone has come across some of my social media or professional correspondence and thought ‘What the…?’ then please know it is not me, it is the copious amount of hormones surging through my pregnant body along with sleep deprivation and the sheer energy it takes to grow a small human on the inside whilst simultaneously tending to another growing (though significantly larger) human on the outside.

Small human on the outside is, of course, doing splendidly despite the fact that he has just gotten over yet another cold.

Note: We should be paid every time our infants get sick and then use the total for a trip to the Bahamas or something when they come of age…. wouldn’t that be glorious?! 

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Buggy Nap Time

The poor thing couldn’t settle in his cot for a couple of nights in a row so we resorted to laying him in his buggy and elevating it slightly to help ease the pressure from the congestion in his head. For this reason, I am so grateful that he is happy to sleep in his buggy because I know that some tots don’t, which always makes me wonder: how do parents cope on sickly nights?? We’ve never had BB in bed with us and he doesn’t actually like it (he’s just like me, hates feeling too claustrophobic and loves his own space) so we never really have had that option. Plus the buggy is where he naps most of the time during the day so it just makes the best sense for us. Luckily PB had a few days off work that coincided with the sleepless nights so we supported each other through the fatigue and mostly enjoyed some cosy time at home, just us bears in our little cave.

We did take a trip to a garden centre on Sunday to take our first peek at some Christmas Decorations which was a nice and chilled day out, however it didn’t get off to the best of starts. Our youngest cat Fred took it upon himself to catch a rat… which is actually a notable occurrence because this cat NEVER brings in anything other than twigs and leaves. As a result, the poor thing was being tossed about like a rag doll all over the garden whilst Fred tried to figure out what his instincts were up to. I, not being of sound body nor mind, felt a surge of sympathy for the rodent (especially upon hearing it’s petrified squeaks) and suddenly had this whole backstory form for it, consisting of him being on his way back to his little home (a cosy little nook in a thicket somewhere…) after being to Sunday Service at Church, where his wife and sickly babies were all waiting and watching for him to come home with a crust of bread for their tea and some kindling for a fire. Blame A Christmas Carol for this by the way, I’ve always had strong sympathies for Bob Cratchit and was reading it to get my festive juices flowing earlier in the week!

Anyway, I hurriedly threw on my very aptly decorated Batman loafers and rushed out onto our decking to be a superhero in my own right. Watched by a rather discerning and bemused PB who was asking me ‘What the hell are you doing?? It’s a rat…’, I turned to step off of the decking and promptly slipped on its wet, slimy surface, landing semi side angled upon the lawn! Luckily, instinct took over and therefore I managed to put my arms out firmly to catch myself, arched my back and then leant to one side to protect my baby bump and therefore the only notable injuries were a jolted arm and shoulder along with a slight graze to the top of my bump caused by my landing against the pointy tail of a random toy T-rex dinosaur hidden amongst the grass.

PB yelled to me from his spot in the kitchen to see if I was alright, partly frozen to the spot in fear and also torn and concerned about leaving the now curious BB free and susceptible to following the same fate as his mother if he got wind of the back door being open and unattended. I managed to say I was fine, although I was actually pretty frightened I had hurt bump, and laid on the wet grass for a few moments until the shock had passed. Upon standing up, I then did the only logical thing and got angry at the cat, the rat, PB, the decking, the weather and even the toy dinosaur for being so bloody ‘typical’ and ‘in the way’ before sheepishly making my way back into the house and having PB bathe my graze and apply antiseptic cream. We were both pretty silent, mostly for worry and shock but also because we both knew I had done a pretty stupid thing. One shouldn’t prioritise a rat over one’s health and unborn child. Plain and simple. As funny as it seems now, it could have actually been quite serious. Even Fred the cat seemed to understand he had prompted my illogical mindset and steered well clear of me for at least 24 hours. Luckily he’s back to chasing leaves and twigs again.

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Rat Catcher

Additional information and findings from this week:

– BB loves anything that spins, connects together and/or stacks up high into a tower. Balls, discs, bottles with snap on and off lids (under supervision of course!), cars, trucks, trains, bricks, stacking rings and blocks… you name it, he is gah gah for it. A friend of mine is studying child behaviour and informed me all about schemas in children’s play, which is a fancy word for the urges they get such as climbing, throwing, hiding etc. His obsession is a rotation schema and accounts for his love of all things that go round and round. Which also accounts for his love of the washing machine!
– Eating is still a pain in the backside and was made worse by the presence of his cold. He tends to favour fluids when he’s poorly, much like we all do really, so we went through about umpteen cows worth of milk and southern water may send us an extra bill for the amount he drained from the tap.
– Although he has taken to playing with his water bottle nowadays, which is all well and good because hey, its only water, but when you leave the room to grab an extra spoon and come back to find toddler, carpet, cat, sofa and cushions doused in it, you can’t help but feel a little bit peeved.
– Our boiler has been fixed after a week of electric heaters and limited hot water via a back up electric boiler and so I have celebrated this by washing my hair twice in the past 3 days (so spoilt!) and even showered and shaved my legs during BB’s nap time because I could. Risks life and limb to save rat then has a shower in the afternoon… I know, so rebellious.
– Random but, whilst at the garden centre, I discovered that they actually sell christmas loo roll…. for a whopping £4.99?! Nearly a fiver to wipe your arse with rudolph or santa… why? I love a novelty item but this seems a bit far… plus it didn’t even seem to be of Cushelle or Andrex quality ply! And… yes… I am now debating loo roll on my blog…

Festive Loo Roll… 

Let’s move on shall we…. 

– I love cooking. And being home. And feeling up to blogging again. Therefore, this quiet week has been a haven. For a while there this year I felt quite upside down in life and found it hard to get joy from things. I’ll write a post all about it soon, but this week I have felt a lot more like myself and it has been really nice. Long may it continue.

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  1. November 25, 2016 / 5:50 am

    Oh no, glad you are ok after the rat and the tumble. It's not always easy to remember you're pregnant is it?! Glad you have been feeling better, and thanks for joining our linky! #coolmumclub

  2. November 25, 2016 / 8:53 am

    Its so easy to forget! Especially when the hormones are telling you to do stupid things… like save rodents and run across wet garden decking!lol. Thank you for hosting, see you on the next one! xx

  3. November 27, 2016 / 11:02 am

    Glad you are ok it's easy to forget you are pregnant great post Thanks for linking to the #THAT FRIDAY LINKY come back next week please

  4. November 28, 2016 / 10:37 am

    Oh dear, sounds like you had one of those weeks! I hope you're ok and that this is a better week for you! Thanks for linking up to That Friday Linky #ThatFridayLinky

  5. November 28, 2016 / 10:48 pm

    Lol! It's always one of those weeks but I'm ever the optimist! Thank you, see you next week 🙂

  6. November 29, 2016 / 2:56 pm

    Oh my goodness that sounds like a very full week indeed. I can't believe you saved the rat – so funny! I have seen the loo roll for sale but in B&M, do you have one near you? I am sure it was much cheaper than £5. I am debating making the investment for the downstairs loo – we have rules about what can be done in there ha! I hope you continue for feel like yourself for the rest of the week – take care lovely xx

  7. November 30, 2016 / 9:46 pm

    Sometimes you really can forgot about pregnancy:D and a rat? oh my God bleee

  8. December 3, 2016 / 5:15 am

    oh my gosh what a week! I never know where my mind is at, I am such a scatter brain, I often send off things ad then re-read them after and think I sound very weird! Take care lovely and thank you for sharing on #mg

  9. December 8, 2016 / 1:54 am

    It was a very full week! I can't believe I did either… pregnancy makes you do daft things! I do have a B&M a small car journey away so will try them , thank you for the tip and for stopping by to comment!xxx

  10. December 8, 2016 / 1:55 am

    It's weird! You'd think the huge bump would be a hint and reminder wouldn't you?! Xx

  11. December 8, 2016 / 1:57 am

    Lol! Some days I don't notice it but then others I literally walk around aimlessly and have to really concentrate to get focussed! Probably a side effect of having too much to think about. Thank you for commenting!xxx

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