Why are People so unkind?
9 June 2006, 14:49
By “People” I mean “Daughter”. Here I am, slogging my guts out, trying to get her to take hour long naps (45 mins are simply unasseptable) during the day, with whinging, crying, raspberrying, resisting etc. etc. et. al. ad nauseum, then Papa comes home of an evening, bathes her (which she loves), pops her down in her cot for the night and she passes out like a light with nary a bleet, not to be heard from for the next 10 hours. JeeeZUZ!
We (that is, “People” and I) ended up at Tweddle Sleep School in Foot-a-scray on Wednesday and I must say, although it was a hard day and I was skeptical that I would be able to resettle her after her 45 min snooze, I have just managed to resettle the little badger after 10 minutes. Not 2 days after School. The techniques (patting her bum while placing her on her side and dealing with a lot of crying and protesting at first) work. Rolling her onto her back once she’s settled is a whole different sleigh-of-hand. Get her at the wrong moment and she shakes herself awake and it’s back to square one. It aint easy, my friends, no sirreee.
Not that I’m expecting it to work every time (as that my dear readers would be setting myself up for abject disappointment) but I have so much more confidence with putting her to sleep (a bit young for that, I know) I don’t get anxious when I hear her start that tired grizzle. Things are looking up up UP!!!
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6 June 2006, 09:02
Being a numbers and horror movie fiend (must be the snotty-nosed little Damien in me…), today heralds a rather inauspicious day - 06.06.06 - the unholy trinity.
Must have been those 4 torturous years in catholic school, or the fact that in the 80’s I trawled our local video store for 70’s & 80’s horror, picking up such classics as “Rabid”, “Communion” (Brooke Shields, wot), “Visiting Hours” & “Scanners”. I even got my school friends into them, making me none too popular with said friends’ mums. Perhaps I was deemed a troublemaker. Perhaps they were onto something.
Only recently, it occurred to me that my parents let me watch this evil crap when I was very young (from about 10 y.o) and that I probably won’t let Scout near it until she’s at least 60. Because Big Brother is so much better. Ah hell, I got a University thesis out of it so whatever…
To commemorate such a day, here is my Top 20 Horror Movies (Top 10 is far too limiting):
1. The Exorcist (1973) (there is no competition)
2. The Omen (1976)
3. The Shining (1980)
4. Juon & Juon II
5. Seven (1995)
6. Kairo
7. Carrie (1976)
8. The Eye (2003)
9. The Changeling (1980) (true creepy horror!)
10. Poltergeist (1982)
11. Psycho (1960)
12. The Amityville Horror (1979)
13. Damien, Omen II (1976)
14. The Sixth Sense (1999)
15. Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
16. Alien Series (1979+)
17. Cube (1997)
18. Halloween (the Original - 1978)
19. When a Stranger Calls (1979)
20. The Others (2001)
Permanent Link | Comments [5]Another one bites the duct
2 June 2006, 21:38
To cap off an already stunning week, I managed to get another blocked duct, thanks to her royal highness treating nipple like nice soft chewable toy. Brilliant.
I shouldn’t carry on - things are looking up (sort of). Scout has started waking up in the early morning sniffing for the milk, but has been really good to get to sleep at night. And today she was really settled for naps (still catnapping, can’t seem to shatter that bone) in spite of getting her 4 month jabs…
Quite strangely, she decided that the first jab in her tender thigh was really funny and she started to laugh (#$%^&*!!!!). Thankfully (or not) her response to the other two was reassuringly appropriate - a nice ear-shattering scream.
And I have put my finger into a few Sleep School pies - the O’Connell Family Centre in Canterbury, Tweddle in Foot-a-scray and North Park Private in Bundoora (all residentials so I can get a break) and an afternoon sleep and settling clinic at the Royal Childrens. Even North Park Private, which (being private) has a shorter waiting list, will still be close to one month by the time I get to the top of the queue. Guess it’s proof that a shit load of parents out there are in the same boat as moi. And I sure don’t have it as tough as some. Little Scout is absolutely beautiful and so good-natured. When she gets a decent sleep.
And my family doctor has AGREED with me that I shouldn’t take the anti-depressants as he didn’t think I was depressed, rather sleep-deprived so practically broke the pen in his zeal to write the Sleep School referrals. It’s actually really hard living in a city where you don’t have any extended family. I mean, I have absolutely fantastic, wonderful, supportive friends, but most of them have kids of their own or live too far away to call on in times of desperation (and trust me, I’ve been desperate). And like it or not, you can’t take your friends (or neighbours, and we have freakin’ tops neighbours) for granted as much as you can family.
Did I say that?
