Grumpy mummy.

Wrote this over the weekend. Have only just managed to post it!


So, fifth straight night of almost no sleep and I'm feeling more than a little bit frazzled. Husband (chirpy and cheerful after his 8 hours in bed) declares, "we should get you a t-shirt with 'GRUMPY" written across the front!". I cannot even begin to describe the amount of self control that goes into not resorting to physical violence. Anyway, he calls me resentful (hell yes! Two and a half years of no sleep, no life apart from baby, and he'd be a whole lot more than just 'resentful'.) Then he says, "Maybe you should blog about it" (Hah! For once, pleasure's all mine dude! Hah!). I call him a nag. I glare. He smirks. From the next room baby yells at the top of his voice, in perfect sync with Barney, "we are a happy family". And I burst out laughing. I must say this weekend's going better than most so far!

Perceptive little thing that he is, every time husband and I are on the verge of a blow-out (about 5 times a day on weekdays, and 50,000 times over the weekends. Of course. You mean that's not normal? Damn.), he will grab our hands and say, "Papa kiss Mamma!", or vice versa. And of course we do. Even as we're given daggers to each other. (Not normal you say? You sure? Double damn.)

You guys have no idea how hard it has been to come so far in to this post and not mention "teething". But of course we have by now established that my self control is of mythical proportions. So, sleepless nights. The "rock me through the night" nights. The "I'm in pain and I will yell" nights. We've had them all in the last two weeks. Everyday I think, this is it, his teething has never been so intense, he's definitely cutting a tooth. Till the next day. the teething just keeps on getting more and more intense and even one of the four molars hasn't cut through yet.

The dentist says, "Molars? They aren't really bothered by the molars. They're used to the pain by now you see". Really? I mean really? Like "dard ka hadd se guzarna hai dawa ho jana" (when pain crosses all limits, it becomes the salve. Or so said Mirza Ghalib.) For my baby? Really? And thats supposed to reassure me? I sure as hell hope my two and a half year old isnt "used to" any kind of pain! Hummmpphh! Dentist! (Yes I will order that GRUMPY t-shirt after all, thank you very much. Hope that makes you happy, husband.)

And I miss my friends. Really really miss them. This whole baby business, rewarding and frustrating and amazing that it is, has left me so cut off and removed from everything and everyone that it doesn't bear thinking about. Take today for instance, this lovely beautiful friend of mine is getting married today, and damn but I'm not there! But I want to be NS, so much. Here's wishing you both a happy happy marriage filled with togetherness and understanding and love. ( What? I'm sure its possible! :D)

And this is for my best friend in the whole wide world, NK. I miss you. And I wish we were at least on the same continent. And that I wasn't so so rubbish at keeping in touch. And thank you my love, for not giving up on me.

Okay, enough shout-outs. I feel like an RJ on a radio station no one listens to!

That reminds me, I'm so sad that I didn't go say goodbye to Bush House one last time. Worked there 7 years. My first (and so far, last!) "proper" job. Learnt so much. About so many things. Ah well. what is it they say about tears and spilt milk?