Beautiful South Coast NSW

So...

Now I can log in from my mobile. This actually makes me feel annoyed.

Out of Dodge

So I can log in via the laptop but not the phone. For inexplicable, inconceivable reason. Thus a plan has taken shape to convince hubby he needs a new laptop so I can have this one. So my writing career can finally take off. Hrm.

We have left the Big Smoke. I repeat, we have left Sydney. And not a moment too soon! Moving day traumatic as ever, running round like headless chickens chucking things randomly in bags, boxes and shopping bags - whilst trying to clean up. Bub proved to be a bigger obstruction than ever; demanding constant attention, even managing to develop teething symptoms, runny nose AND vomiting all at once.

Finally we were all packed. Sort of. A few things didn't fit. Car is just a Commodore after all.

The freedom of being out of the City is incredible. I can breathe again.

Bub has had a few whiny days, but seems to be eating and sleeping well - so there is hope. Just for the record, she is back to two naps per day...

New Routine

Again having issues logging in... maybe it's me.

My presence stuffs up technological things. Also breaks lightbulbs. Including ones that are supposedly lifetime guaranteed. Someone should do a study on me.

Update on exercise regime: Not going well.

Bub has changed routine. We appear to be on a new schedule. Thus far approximately:

- Wake up 7am.
- Be extremely tired and grumpy but not tired enough to nap, until 11am.
- Fall asleep on bottle, leave behind extremely stressed mother.
- Be awake all afternoon, whilst being tired and grumpy but not tired enough to nap.
- Be overtired and refuse to fall asleep, have 1-2 hour tantrum and pass out around 9pm, leave behind parents with a lack of will to live.

The End.

Skitstad

Brukade ju vara en citygirl, helt klart. Men inte nu. Stressen tar kål på mig. Skrev ett supergrinigt inlägg härimdagen om alla goings on på senaste tiden men fick sedan rådet från maken att hålla klaffen angående vissa saker. Olämpligt alltså att ha publicerat sakerna på en icke-anonym blogg. Kanske skulle starta en anonym blogg och bara GNÄLLA. Skulle säkert bli sveriges populäraste blogg.

Vi ska I alla fall inte flytta tillbaka till stan. Så mycket står jävligt klart.

Så blir jag så irriterad på maken. Han är så... klantig. I'm sorry men... jag skiter I allt vad zen heter och är så arg att jag springer I en halvtimme utan att bli anfådd.

Further more

There are many things to attend to during afternoon nap. I mean, it's not always possible to make it to the pool. There's facebook, for instance. And the blog.

Fitness

My sister started a fitness blog. Yeah I know, it's like we're not even related. It lists what I assume to be various exercises undertaken in a gym. Cannot be too sure though, as faith thus far has not placed a gym in my path.

You're thinking; "she's never been to a gym in 29 years!?"

Ok, 33. Whatever.

Nope. Thought about it once. Then left it at that.

So anyway; my sister has a fitness blog.

It's great for... you know. People who like fitness. 

In Swedish; here. 

This is the type of thing my sister does:

Raka marklyft

4 x 12 50kg

Cablekicks raka
3 x 10 20kg

Liggande bencurl baksida
2 x 8 41kg
2 x 8 34kg

This has inspired me to summarize MY efforts to get fit. You see, have gotten into a bit of a routine here!

Bub's first nap: 30 min. jog around block. Well ok, walk. And ok, 20 min.
Return home. Drink glass of water (try not to think about flouride). Stretch. Do 16 situps. Try to do 8 more. Give up. Do 16 push ups. Haha. Do 3 push ups. Lie down for 5 minutes. Bub wakes up.

Bub's second nap: 30 min (or thereabouts) swim in pool. Unless pool full of kids.
Get home. Have a coffee as very good for digestion. Bub wakes up.

Been meaning to eat better too. Unfortunately today's lunch was peanut butter toast. Since stopped breastfeeding have become obsessed with peanut butter. 

Also bub keeps changing things up, so... hard to stick to it and such. 

Valid reasons to cancel include:

• rain
• too much sun
• too late in the morning
• bub been awake since 3am 
• too hungry
• no clean socks

Homesick?

Still in Sydney. Watched a doco today about fresh produce and farmers markets in the northern rivers area. Byron Bay! I miss thee! How did we get it into our heads that this was a good idea? To let our beautiful home in favour of living out of a suitcase for almost a year?

Just having one of those days.

Doubting decisions. Feeling out of place. Feeling tired. Wanting to be home and not knowing where home is.

Is this good for bub? Does bub care?

She is refusing to go to sleep again without epic battle first. Hubby feeling defeated by bub. Bub keeps on "winning". That is to say, being picked up, carried, rocked, sung to, played with and bottle fed.

But is it really a competition..?

Is she secretly mad at us for not providing enough stability? Or is she bored and in need of more stimulation?

Where should I send that application for mother-of-the-year?

Mad Scales

It's not a secret that I have no understanding of anything operated by pressing of buttons and reading of screens. For example the telly, laptop, phone or alarm clock.

In fact as recently as this morning hubby yelled at me "learn how to use your phone!" He didn't say "fucking phone" - pardon my french - as then he would have lost 10 bucks to the swear jar.

Hubby and I are trying to stop swearing. Since a couple of days ago.

We each started with $100 in credit. I am now on -$180. MINUS.

Back to my point.

The scales. The mad high tech scales belonging to my sister-in-law. They display digital numbers and are operated by pressing buttons. Therefore impossible for me to use.

I did figure out, however, what my current weight is. I flew into a wild panic (I even went for a 30 minute swim in the local pool).

Scales had proceeded to tell me my bmi. I was obese. OBESE.

So I thought. Until hubby figured out that this, surely, was an impossibility. How on earth could scales know my height? I don't know, I sobbed in a obesity induced panic - they just, like, DO!

Hubby reckons that at some point in time my sis-in-law has typed her height into scales, as if scales were a computer. And this info is used to calculate bmi. HER bmi.

Very relieved. Very pleased to know that am in fact NOT obese. Sis-in-law is a good 20 centimeters shorter than me.

Nevertheless will try to do more exercise and stop eating so much. Got into bad habit when was breastfeeding and sleep deprived. Was looking beautifully emaciated there for a bit. Oh how quickly things can change!

She Sleeps

So when you stop breastfeeding, you should stop consuming 5000 calories a day, apparently. Wish someone told me.

Suddenly good work losing 20 kilos whilst doing nothing but sitting on couch, playing with bub and eating muffins seems undone. In the neighborhood of... don't even want to know! About to stand on sister-in-law's high tech scales which will tell me, not only weight, but bmi.

Afraid.

Had to stop breastfeeding as part of sleep training for bub. Also was desperate, sleep deprived, crying mess. Bub developed habit of staying awake most of night, leisurely feeding. Leisurely for some. After a couple of months of this, had to abandon hippie-style on demand approach in favour of scheduled meals and scheduled bottles.

And she sleeps. She sleeps. All night until 5-6am. She sleeeeeeps.