Back to Work

Yesterday was my first day back after almost 14 months of maternity leave. Like a good return to work worker we were all in bed at a fairly reasonable time the night before (well, ok not really. But the intention was there!).

As luck would have it Baby Z decided it would be an opportune night to wake up at 4am to have a good play. Attempts to put him back to sleep failed miserably and by 6.15am we were all up, dressed and slightly giddy from the lack of sleep. As a result I bounded into an empty office at 8am and the rest of the day went something like this.

- Drinking countless cups of tea and then making countless trips to the loo.

- Trying very hard to remember people’s names.
[Thinks] I’m sure he’s called Gary. Gary. Definitely Gary…
… “Oh hello! Sorry, of course I meant to say Simon”
[Think]Shit. I could have sworn he was called Gary.

- Looking at self, impressed I have no baby sick, wee, food on clothes

- Thinking Gawd, I need a nap

- Resisting the strong urge to talk about Waybuloo/Dave Lamb-gate.

- Wondering what baby is up to

- Ringing mum to find out.

- Counting the number of times someone says “balls of steel” in different meetings.

- Wondering what’s happening in the Gilmore Girls

- Wondering how the hell I’m going to last another hour

- More tea

- Catching up with friends

- Looking a bit surprised at man who asked if I’ve had the baby.

- Driving to mums to pick up baby with visions of a joyful reunion where mummy gets showered with hugs and kisses from a happy baby.

- Greeted by a happy baby who points at me, smiles and crawls off! Huh.

My Best 5 – Listography

The latest Listography on Kate Takes 5 is all about Our Bests. Any Bests. Whatever we fancy. So here goes…

1. My Best Meal
I am a complete fatty at heart and my favourite meal is usually a good roast, with Yorkshire puddings, gravy and roast potatoes. My best meal though was one my hubby made for me when i came home from hospital, 3 days after having baby. After days of hospital food he made me a simple fish fingers, chips, mushy peas and a fried egg. Yumm!

2. Best Car
My first ever car which was a purple Toyota Corolla and broke down constantly. It was a complete nightmare to maintain but it was my first ever car and even now I look out for it when I drive past the house of the guy i sold it to (Bit sad I know)

3. Best Ever Journey
When we flew Business Class on our honeymoon. Halfway into a flight I usually get grumpy and whine and moan about how Im uncomfortable, I cant sleep, fidget fidget etc. Not this time. The recliners are amazing. As is the food, in house entertainment, service, drinks, food…ah lush! We kept looking at the screen saying Weve only got 7 hours on this flight in a sad manner.

4. Best Holiday
Just after I graduated, my friends and I decided we would celebrate my first proper job by going to Paris on the Eurotunnel. None of us had been before and didnt really know much about the city or the various districts. I found a very nice picture of a hotel and thought wow, thats so gorgeous and so cheap! When we got there we were a bit stunned. It looked nothing like the picture on the website (Sacre Couer) and looked more like a dilapidated bedsit. Oh, and it was in the red light district directly opposite the Moulin Rouge. Despite this, it was the best holiday ever!

5. Best Day
Our wedding day. On the lead up to it I was totally expecting it to go wrong at some point on the day and it did. But I didn’t care one bit and loved every second of it, even the bits that went wrong.

The Diva

I’ve been walking around with a massive ringing in my ears for a few days now. My poor ears may fall off if they continue to vibrate at the rate and frequency they have been doing. Baby Boy Z has learned how to scream.

Not just “I’ve discovered my voice” screaming, but proper defiant “how very dare you” tantrum screaming. He could audition for a part in a horror movie. It is a scream a Hollywood horror movie producer would be very proud of; utterly blood curdling. I’ve noticed it since his birthday and a part of me wonders whether two fairly big birthday parties has unleashed the inner diva within him. Maybe he is now expecting cake every other day? I am fairly sure of my theory because he’s also started throwing food from his high chair frisbee style, whilst maintaing eye contact with me at all times. Without so much as a glance at what he’s thrown.

As if he is saying… “This…Does…Not…Please…Me”

He perfects the screaming by throwing his entire body backwards “swoon style” if I go to pick him to stop him doing something. I think he’s just missing a hand to forehead hand gesture. And possibly a cape.

Where is my sweet little boy?

Silent Sunday – 16/10/2011

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Silent Sunday – 9/10/11

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