Showing posts with label stressed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stressed. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Driving Mummy Mad!

I am close to despair! 
It's my son, I just don't know what to do with him. It's not that he's particually naughty or disobediant, he's just wired!

He starts the minute I open my eyes and doesn't stop until bedtime. He never stops asking for things whether it be a drink, an apple, a biscuit or to put his TV on and if you happen to be busy at that moment in time and don't answer him straight away he will just keep repeating the same thing again and again and again.  

One time I had to go into a shop and get some bits and rather than get both the kids unstrapped and out of the car, the OH stayed in the car with them. I was in the shop for 20 minutes, (I know this because the OH timed me) and when I came back the poor guy looked like he was ready to kill someone. Apparently our son had asked for some music on just as I got out of the car, the OH ignored him because he had already told him no. He then proceeded to ask again and again and again for the full 20 minutes without stopping once!

 I have tried everything with him from painting to football and nothing seems to hold his attention for longer than about 5 minutes. The only thing that keeps his attention is the bloody TV. I hate him watching it, when I was growing up we didn't even have a TV. I use to spend all of my time in the garden, building dens or getting creative with something. It is literally the only thing that works though and if it's a wet day he will pretty much just watch it all day! 

I take them to toddler groups, sure start activities, the park, walks, we feed the ducks, we go to soft play places but nothing seems to do it for him. We will get somewhere and you can guarantee than within 5 minutes he'll start whinning that he wants to go home or somewhere else.

I have tried sending him out into the garden with his new ball and all he does is go out there and throw the ball over the garden gate, which then proceeds to rolls down to the bottom of the village (our village is on a hill and we live on the top!) So now I don't let him do that.

He won't even play with toys, he has cars, trains, puzzles, a kitchen, colouring bits, dressing up clothes, you name it we've got it but he's just not interested.

 I just feel that if we could channel some of his energy into one thing that he enjoyed then it might just make life a bit more bearable for both of us. My daughter is just so easy in comparison, she is so happy to just be with you and yes she follows me around all day like a little puppy but she does her own thing. She's quite happy to sit and do some colouring as long as she can see where you are. She can stay in all day and amuse herself, just give her a cuddle every so often and she's fine.

I don't know, maybe it's just a boy thing. I just feel so guilty for letting him watch TV all the time. I'm hoping that as he gets older he will find something that he's into, a sport perhaps, just anything would be a start.
So what do you reckon, is this just normal behaviour for a three and a half year old? Is it just a phase that will pass? Or should I just give up now?


Saturday, 14 July 2012

Step Away from the Hairdryer!

I have a confession to make...

 'I hate having my hair done'. 

Quite frankly I find the whole experience a complete and utter nuisance. 
You go and tell them what you want and then they do the exact opposite. 
I know my hair, I have lived with it for the last 27 years after all, I know what it likes and I know what it doesn't like but for some reason this girl standing behind me thinks that because she has know my hair for all of about 5 minutes she knows whats best for it. 

Let me explain better, my hair is curly, infact curly isn't the right word for it, my hair is a thick tangled mane of crazyiness. I have finally, after much experimenting when I was younger, resigned to the fact that it cannot and will not be tamed. It does what it wants when it wants and I could spend my life fighting it or I could just live the quiet life and let it get on with it.

So you can understand why when I go into a salon I am only there for one reason and one reason only and that is to have a significant amount of it lobbed off to make it slighlty more managble. No I do not what to know about the latest free from frizz product, No I do not what to discuss the weather or where I am going on holiday this year and unless you are thinking of entering me into the next 'best bolognese dog competition', then keep that hairdryer away from me!
Image from Little Pawz website

I clearly lack the female hormone that makes me enjoy pampering, maybe it's my tomboy side of me coming out again. Am I alone in this or do you also avoid hairdressers like the plague?
Now I must go I have to spend the next couple of hours washing out the copious amount of products from my hair!

Friday, 6 July 2012

'Quote of the Week' # 5

For this weeks theme for 'Quote of the Week' I have chosen... Judgement.

Image found on Pinterest, originally from Piccsy

 I'm fed up this week. I'm fed up with people judging me without even knowing who I really am. 
Let me explain, I look quite young for my age, I still get asked for ID so I'm persuming people think I'm about 17 when the truth is you actually need to add about 10 years onto that. 

Now you might be thinking well what the hell is she complaining about, isn't it ever womens dream to look younger than they are? Well that's all very well but because I have two children people just see me as a teenage mum. 
I'm so fed up with comments like 'but you don't look old enough to have two children' I mean REALLY! If you want to get technical about it i've been 'able' to have children since the age of 9, something I'm hoping my daughter doesn't follow suit with. It's no fun having periods at that age.

The other thing that really grates on me is whenever we go into a shop and don't buy anything the security guards look the buggy up and down as we go out the door like I might have stashed something in my childs nappy or something. Again just because I look young I must have no money and therefore I must need to steal. 

Apparently when meeting someone for the first time it takes us humans just 3 seconds to judge that person and from then on in it's very hard to get them to change their minds about you. I suppose what I'm saying here is that first impressions aren't always right and maybe we should try to take a bit more time to get to know people before judging them.

Judgement is a horrible thing and I know we are all guilty of it at some point in our lives but I just about had enough of it now. 
Anyway rant over now. I hope you all enjoy your weekend and the weather brightens up a bit and as always If you'd like to join in with 'Quote of the Week' just add your quote to the linky below.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Regaining Control

My blog feels neglected, poor blog! 
We were so busy last week that I literally had no time to think let alone write.
I know it's bad but I've felt nervous all week that I might be missing out on the goings on in the blog world. Whoever says blogging isn't addictive is lying, well I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to aren't there?

I've decided this week, what with my anxiety levels still rising, that I need to get organised, I need to have a system, I need a way of prioritising my time. So I have made a home central area...

This is my way of getting everything in one place. I am a self confessed lover of lists. I have lists everywhere and for everything. Lists for shopping, lists of things I need to do, lists of things I want to do, lists of things I want the OH to do. 

I feel that I have lost control of the house this week and everything is piling on top of me, hopefully this 'home central' idea is the answer. 

The trouble is now I've organised one aspect of the house I want to do the rest, look out linen cupboard here I come!

Monday, 5 March 2012

Panic Attack

Yesterday was a horrible day!
It started out fine, the kids had spent the night at their Aunties and my man and I had a bit of a lie in (first in years).
We then got up, got dressed and had a nice peaceful breakfast, all lovely.
Then as we went to leave, to go and pick up the kids, I suddenly felt like I had been stabbed in the chest with a knife. The pain was unbearable, my whole chest got really tight and I couldn't breathe. Everytime I took in a breath it felt like I was being stabbed again.

I have suffered with panic attacks since I ws 16 and have learnt over time how to handle them. I'm use to the shortness of breath but I've never had pain like that before and because of that I paniced and then proceeded to have a full blown panic attack as well as the pain.
Before this I had gone nearly 4 years without a single panic attack and thought they might have gone for good, obviously I was wrong.

I don't really remember much after that, I think the adrenaline had kicked in, but I know we went to the hospital.
When we got there they did all the necessary checks, blood pressure, heart monitor, lungs etc and all came back normal.
They decided that I must have a trapped nerve either in my back or neck. I had know idea that a trapped nerve could cause you that much pain and make you unable to breathe. I had convinced myself that I was having a heart attack. Clearly I wasn't.
They said it could take up to a week before I feel better and it hasn't helped having the two little ones hanging off me all day. I feel worse now than I did yesterday. So I shall drug myself up with pain killers, fill up my hot water bottle and go to bed.
The only thing I'm worried about now is that because I have had that panic attack I now might have more, it's almost like once you have one you then have a whole load in one go. Also now that i'm worried about having another panic attack, I ultimatley will have another one becausee I'm tense and worried about having one, it's a vicious cycle.
However just getting that off my chest has helped. Does anyone else suffer from panic attacks? If so what do you do to control them?

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Nervous Energy

I constantly seem to have that nervous feeling at the moment, you know that feeling in your stomach a bit like butterflys before giving a big speech. I know it's because of moving again and all the up-heaval that that entails.

It's H i'm worried about the most, with his need for routine. He's already showing signs of nervousness.
I compare his behaviour to how a dog starts behaving just before you go on holiday, when it knows that something is happening but not quite sure what and they start doing weird things like running round in circles. Well H isn't quite running round in circles but he is doing weird things. For example when I dropped him off at pre school the other day he wouldn't let go of my leg and started screaming 'Don't leave me mummy'. That was horrible and I felt awful about it for the rest of the day. He has never done that before and has always loved going to school.
His general behaviour has also gone from bad to worse, he screams at me, pushes me and throws himself on the floor at any opportunity. Couple that with trying to pack our house, sell our old car, buy a new one and arrange moving vans etc the stress levels in our house at present are really high.
I keep telling myself that it will all be worth it in the end though, as the house is ideal for us.

Phil is stressed to the max because not only is he trying to work but also make sure that this moves goes as smoothly as possible (If moving house can ever be a smooth process.)

Lj is the only one in our household that seems quite content just doing what she's doing, toddling around without a care in the world. As long as you feed her and give her a quick cuddle every now and again she's quite happy. Oh how nice that must be.