CKS

Apologies in advance.  This is going to be a "moany" blog post. 

I am, at the moment trying to cope with something that started around September 1990 and is still ongoing.  I am not talking about depression but a syndrome that I have named CKS or Constant Kid Syndrome.  Its a certain part of being a parent and I suppose its like having a dose of stomach cramps, flares up intermittently, painful and downright annoying, but when its over you can at least have a breather before the next flare up.

To anyone reading this and thinking "WT heck is she on about" let me explain.  We love our children unreservedly and unconditionally.  From the time we are aware of their existence we love them.  As mothers we are pretty much responsible for their survival.  Our child arrives into this world naked and dependent on us to feed, clothe and nurture them, we watch them grow from a baby to the next phase........Toddlerdom.

For me especially Toddlerdom is Blinking hard work.  So onto CKS.  I call it that because at the moment, whatever I do, whereever I go one of my children are guaranteed to be behind me, in front of me, sideways from me and WHINING!!!  For nearly a week I have been woken up by Spud crying and moaning in my ear (told you this was a moany one).  I cant use the loo, drink a cup of tea, or even type this blog without company.  However  I have managed to grab a few minutes when spud has been asleep, made a mug of tea and drank it quietly for fear of him waking up and trying to nab it off me.  When in reality I wanted to take off all my clothes and run around the house whooping it up that hes asleep and not pestering me ..........NOT A GOOD IDEA especially if a friend shows up!

The reason for all this total chaos is quite simply that Spud is teething and has caught a coughing bug, so hes miserable, and the whole misery is spreading through the house and now has caught up with DH (rolls eyes).  Amy is coughing and miserable, as is Adam and the DT is glued to his laptop.

Just love Saturdays.

A lesson finally learnt (I hope)

A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

When I was a teenager and throughout my 20s my stepfather used to tell me this saying over and over again.  Its funny how over a decade later it seems to have sunk in, I think.

I haven't blogged in a while because things that have been happening really arent the sort of thing to put in a blog and "air my dirty laundry" so to speak, so all I will say on the subject is that I have been really hurt and treated badly to the point where I have been in a lot of mental and stressful pain,  and so, instead of giving into my usual feelings and wanting to go upstairs bury my head under the duvet and hide and wallow like "Hippo Lady", I am going to do something completely different.

I will take the advice that has been given to me many many times, which has finally sunk in.  I will stand up, brush myself down and concentrate on what is in the here and now.

I am so very lucky to have some "exceedingly" wonderful and loyal friends, who are honest and caring, also a husband who although may have his moments, deep down, loves me unconditionally which is wonderful.  Who knows maybe my skin may start to be thickening up and I shall become Rhino Lady instead of Hippowoman.

I can blog this though, although I have had 7 children, I am finding the youngest rather trying at the moment, and disciplining him very very hard.  I am not a great parent, I am constantly cocking up.  Laughing at certain things my darling dna do when really sometimes its quite inappropriate.  However, I am now going to again do something completely different.  I will try and be a more consistant parent in my disciplining and pull my HUGE knickers up, stand up and try and be the kind of parent my kids can look back on and think......"Mum? she was great"!