Forcing me to placate to
Her timing is excellent.
My patience is tested
Over and over.
Now look what she can do! Or at least
Trying to do.
Have to baby proof soon.
Hello, my name is Hannah and I was a Skyrim junkie.
I loved Skyrim and used to play it as often as I could. So when I saw the trailer for The Elder Scrolls Online - I was in! We traded in our beautiful Playstation 3 for a slightly used Playstation 4 while I was still pregnant.
I hated it at first. The online player aspect was new to me as a video game enthusiast. I felt very dumb, overwhelmed, limited and like I had made a huge mistake.
And then I gave birth. Talk about a reality check.
I decided to give ESO another go - but this time without the expectations of it increasing my Skyrim high. This time I would play it and take it for what it was - a lot like motherhood.
Now - it is my escapism during nap time(s). I actually enjoy the online community aspect of it as a new mother who feels a little isolated. I also enjoy just sinking into a new quest / new character and not thinking about 1,000 real life problems.
It really took an epic game to another level.
So if you are also a fan, we may cross paths online (sorry I won't reveal my online avatar, ain't nobody got time for trolling)!
And if it is the weekend, maybe just maybe I will be breastfeeding my daughter whilst exploring Tamriel.
I am usually able to only work on Dummie Diaries during her afternoon nap. (I say her because she has been a real pill lately). Although it is not always easy as all that to get a chance to sit down and type.
This month's particular post has been difficult in finishing as my boss demands my attention constantly. The other day during her afternoon nap, just as I was trying to wrap an alternative post up for publishing -this was going on as she fought off sleep :
It began ( as it normally does) with me putting her down, playing some white noise, singing a little lullaby and creeping slowly out of the room backwards. I would wait a moment outside the door - silence - then head to the computer. Not even two minutes into typing and my little baby car alarm goes off. This is repeated continuously for forty-five minutes before my drive to write is slowly drained like sand from an hourglass. Around an hour in I had switched into autopilot, silently going about my orders. Drudging in dead-eyed, replacing the binky in her exhausted but smiling mouth and ''shhhing'' her as I leave the room. I would sit down for a few minutes before little girl kicked off again and suddenly I stopped connecting to what I had written (Like Antoine Merriweather and Blaine Edwards - I "hated it!").
Why publish something you hate? Instead - to bring you into my current situation with balancing writing and Peaches. If her dummy (the rubber soother, not me) was a microphone she'd being doing mic drops with the best of them (whoever them are).
On my second to last merry little jaunt to Exhaustedbabyrefusingtosleepland (it's Welsh) she was physically fighting my attempts to settle her and I lost my temper momentarily. I growled ''go to sleep you little jerk''. And she feel asleep immediately, just like that.
No. Of course she didn't.
Her eyes widened, her arms flailed, her face went red and she began crying in terror. Luckily, as a mother of a four month old I know just how to handle any parenting situation, so listen up other mums and practice what I preach. (NOT!)
I picked Peaches up and laughed like a loon. Because in fact I am the jerk. I took out my frustrations on a baby and ridiculed her for becoming frightened. Pretty damn cool, Mom. My consolation - the laughing did work in calming her down, only because I think she was very, very confused.
Eventually she did fall asleep. Like they always will.
It only took three hours.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.