Saturday, 6 November 2010


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.


  1. Nobody warns you what parenthood is like or else we don't listen! Mind you if we did we would be extinct by now. I can remember with my firstborn (now 22) shouting 'I just want to do a poo in peace.'

    My tips for sanity in this stage? Make sure you have some time away from your household at least once every two months to recharge or if you can manage it a regular yoga class. Have Rescue Remedy on tap - it would probably help the teething too. The old fashioned 'count to ten', during which assess your response and see if you can make it lighthearted.

    Before you know it they are grown and gone and it is only then that you long for the good times when they were small. Sigh over vision of little boy in a red school cardigan. Mx

  2. Wise words from Morton there :-)

    Hugs my dear, this too will pass. xx