London, a love story
A tourist, pictures and places, passing through with excitable awe,
Promising to return for a longer stay, head and a heart full of future.
Seeking prospects, property, aspirations but ignoring lovelife all around.
A student, scary intrigues leading to even more fearful examination,
Questions answered by waves of further inquiries, my tribe member found.
Ignoring prospects, property, aspirations and seeking lovelife all around.
An immigrant, waiting for approval, that can only be found from a hug,
Daydreams distract from the desperation, a friendly family formed.
Low prospects, lovely property, high aspirations, ugly lovelife by the sea.
An assistant, commuting underground, fighting grabby hands and leers,
To find dramatics both in work and play, Olympic Jubilations embraced.
High prospects, ugly property, low pay, lovely lovelife in the city.
A girlfriend, leaps to the suburbs and into self employment hoping to find a net,
Commuting, compromising, charging ahead, creating a home together.
Low rent, freelancing pay and exploring everything London has to offer.
A wife, seeking a persistent living to charge career ahead but sexism governs,
Travelling, compromising, struggling yet deciding to create a life together.
High rent, underpaid employment and exploring everything online about babies.
A mother, scared, breaking, struggling every second and searching for relief,
Frightening forces of love fling me through isolation, learning what true strength is.
Seeking futures for two, domestic servitude and anxious explorations in parenthood.
A house parent, nervous enthusiasm met with continual resistance and struggles,
Full on schedules chain me to six more lives, challenging everything I thought I knew.
Seeking futures for the masses, educational servitude and expanded views in parenthood
This month's Sanity Saver is my local library.
As soon as we moved to our current area (at a mere four months pregnant) my husband eagerly led me to our local library to "check it out". This did not seem like a fun weekend activity to me but his enthusiasm was endearing.
He quickly struck up conversations with the very helpful librarians, asking them this and that. They showed us around their a large children's area and informed us of the year-round children's activities they provided for various ages. After about twenty minutes they asked my husband and I how old our children are. Bless him, and yet I am glad he took me there.
I never would have even considered a local library as an option for new mothers. But it gave me a reason to get out of the house and to interact with other parents during the first months of Peaches' life. And it was all FREE!
Free activities for kids, free conversation for the deprived and free interaction with other parents!
But this Sanity Saver is under threat. Please, check out your local library, use it, protect it and take care of it.
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.