hi everyone!!
well Z has his first ever cold! i woke up last night with him snuffling at my boob unable to latch on. it was so cute i cried dh woke up and thought something awful had happened!! i'm letting him lie in this morning as he was up in the night, worrying about our money situation, and he let me lie in till nearly 10 o clock yesterday! i won't be letting him lie in that long, don't worry! it's interesting, actually, yesterday when i came downstairs the living room and kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it. and Z hadn't had any breakfast ("I thought he just had milk," HE'S 9 MONTHS OLD YOU FREAK!! ) today, the kitchen is tidy (ish), the living room is as tidy as it gets while Zac's awake and we've both had breakfast, although it does look like some horrible disaster has taken place under the high chair (had tomato soup for tea!)
who was asking about loud noises? Z hates the hoover. my mum reckons if i used it a bit more he'd get used it, but i'm not convinced. at the moment i hoover while he has his morning nap, out in the garden if it's nice weather (i am Claire Verity!!) or upstairs if it's not. he loves the telly though, goes right up to it and bangs it with his tiny fist.
moods: i've noticed mine going all over the place, and i've morphed into nasty shouty mumma a couple of times. i made a rather desperate LiveJournal post about it the other day asking if it gets any easier, and a friend came back and said, "it doesn't get easier, it gets different." small comfort, that. i rang a friend in tears the other night wailing that i had fucked everything up by co-sleeping and feeding on demand, and she said, "Just remember that whatever you did, you did it with Z's best interests at heart." which i thought was quite nice.
and on that note, i think it's time to wake my lazy ass dh up! ttfn! xx