Last night I slept alone…and it felt GOOD!

I’ve made the decision to put Marshal back in his bed, resettle Maverick when he wakes up and eventually get my husband back to our bed.

I haven’t slept next to him in months. It’s been weird. He keeps saying he feels like a guest, having to pull the sofa bed out each night. It’s sad actually. I miss him. We greet in the morning in the kitchen, eat breakfast and he goes to work.

Things have to change…

Maverick goes to bed a bit earlier so Marshal starts the night in our bed, then I move him when he’s asleep. It used to work great, then he got sick in April and never went back. I’ve tried everything to get him back there. Bought Thomas sheets, got night lights, showed him there’s nothing to be afraid of, shown him how the monitor works so he can call me, and even tried to bribe him with new trains. Nothing…

So last night Marshal ended up in his bed. I took the plunge, praying he slept past midnight without screaming the house down. I went to bed at around 10.30 after falling asleep on the couch, and stretched out. It felt really good to have more than 4 cm of bed, no one kicking me in the gut, head and back and a whole pillow to myself. I passed out in bliss.

I heard Maverick at 4.40am. He started yelling “mummy” but then must have seen Marshal in the bed, and started yelling “sarshal sarshal” over and over at the top of his lungs. Of course this woke Marshal and I ended up with 2 wide awake little boys jumping all over the bed at 4.45am. Today was a disaster. I had tears by 5.30am because I wouldn’t let them wake Daddy…tears at 6.00am because…well for some other reason. Then it was just a morning of tears. Luckily we had some friends over to keep them distracted until nap time.

And they both napped for 3 hours…even I got a sneaky hour in.

I’m going to try again tonight…wish me luck and another 6 hours undisturbed sleep. Let me tell you…I need it.


What they don’t tell you about toddlers.

Want a baby? Great…now fast forward 2 or so years…want a toddler? Ahhh no.

People have been writing about “what they don’t tell you about having a baby” for years. Yes, it’s all the fun stuff, poo explosions, vomit, nil sleep. But has anyone written about the toddler and what they don’t tell you? I couldn’t find anything so decided to put together a list.


  1. Food changes the poo. Yes, what your kid eats effects the poo they will do the next day (or the day after). Take for example, send your child to a birthday party, they eat the awesomely homemade cake that’s full of black or blue food dye…then wait. The next day or if you’re lucky, the day after, the poo will be a strange colour. Light fluoro green, cream coloured or even khaki. It will make you gag. And you thought baby poo was the worst…
  2. Think a turtle is slow? Try doing anything at toddler speed. My advice? If you need to be somewhere at 10am get ready last Wednesday. My mum gives the advice to parents with school aged kids who find it hard to get to school on time “let them sleep in their school clothes.” Such good advice.
  3. THEY DO NOT LISTEN. They attention span of a toddler is 2.46 seconds. If it cannot be said in 1-2 words, don’t bother. (This is the reason “no” is used so much. But they still don’t listen to that.)
  4. Sarcasm is lost on toddlers. If you sarcastically say “take all the biscuits!” they will, take all the biscuits and most defiantly inhale them within seconds.
  5. Want nice stuff? Forget it. It WILL get broken, sticky and lost.
  6. They are the messiest/energetic little things on the planet. It’s like a hurricane coming through the house/restaurant/park. Seriously, from the second they wake up to the second they crash at the end of the day, its non-stop.

This is no where near the kitchen. Rice bubbles all over the floor.


The hurricane’s came through here!

7. The toddler will cry over the smallest things. The biscuit isn’t shaped like a dog. The baby licked my train. The food is too hot and you won’t let me burn myself. I can’t believe you are making me put shoes/jumper/hat on to go outside. The wind changed in France (Thanks Bel) Seriously, over ANYTHING

8.You will butt heads with them. Constantly. They want to do things their way, and if you try to help them then the tantrum will start. See point 7…

9. The toddler’s diet consists of chicken nuggets, fish fingers and bread. Anything outside of this is not going to be eaten. Even this will only be eaten in small amounts. They can also detect a hidden vegetable from a mile away.

10. If they don’t have a day sleep, they turn into this horrible, feral, crazed monster where once you hit that spot, there’s no going back. And think they will sleep later? Guess again. Over tired toddlers are insane. You will be hiding in a corner hoping that they just pass out somewhere in the house and praying the transfer from floor to bed won’t wake them up.

What would you add to this list?

On the count of 3…everyone rest.

Right now, I’m doing nothing. My feet are up and I’m actually resting. Crazy, I know. But this is what I’m looking at.

Pretty awful isn’t it?

It’s our first family holiday. We arrived yesterday afternoon and have already been for 2 swims in the pool and a walk along the beach, with many more to come. We said to the toddler we’d take him to the beach this afternoon.

I’m glad it’s not too hot. It’s warm, overcast but still lovely. Perfect weather.

The husband is finding it hard to relax. He’s always on the go, rocking side to side, moving. This will be good for him. A detox from the stresses of work and the band. A chance to spend time exclusively with me and the boys.

I give it 2 days until we are sick of each other!

The drive up here (yes, we drove 10 plus hours) was crazy. The baby didn’t sleep until we were 4 minutes from our hotel. He cried and screamed so I kept passing him food back. He likes food. Never stops eating. I can only imagine what the back of the car looks like, crumbs are everywhere I’m sure.

Everyone is sleeping now. All 3 boys. Good. Gives me a break, a hot cuppa and hopefully a sleep too.

Go the f#€k to sleep.

It’s midday, sleep time for all.

Yesterday we went to The Train Shed and rode around on miniature Thomas the tank engine trains. It rained but it was still fun. The toddler loved it. That aside, my mother in law bought the toddler this tent and sleeping bag.

20140216-123758.jpg He loves it. Last night there were tears because he couldn’t sleep in it.

So today he’s curled up in it for his daytime sleep. He’s started fighting this nap. So anything to have him rest and relax instead of screaming and jumping, waking the baby, is fine with me.

Now if only I could lay down and sleep myself…but I’ve finally got a hot cuppa, I’ve boiled the kettle about 5 times this morning, and I’m going to enjoy it before the baby wakes up.

Today’s little battle

We woke up at 2.30 and then finally at 4am…it’s been a long day already. He was screaming and screaming and screaming.

It took one and a half hours to get the baby to sleep for his day time sleep. Why? Who knows…it beats me.

Teething? Hunger? Wet? Poopy nappy? Checked and fixed but I have zero other ideas. He hasn’t slept in 10 months so I’m at a lost.

I thought I could eBay him…but pretty sure that’s illegal.

I’m waiting for him to wake up, he only ever sleeps for 40 minutes at a time in the day (if I’m lucky.) There’s no time for me to rest. The toddler will be awake soon, which will most likely wake the baby, if he’s not up at the time.

It’s exhausting. I’m tired and on the verge of tears. I’m sure this afternoon will be a quiet one. Sometimes I wish I drank coffee…but then knowing my luck, that would effect the baby and I’d never ever get him to sleep…

Sigh. The sleep battle continues.