One Hell of a Day!!!

Seriously what a day! Dropped Miss E off to childcare only to get a phone call an hour later saying she had fallen off a chair and hit her head really hard on their floor and although there was no lump, she was very tired and very unhappy. So I called the only person I could, my Mum. Thank goodness for Mums. She came into the shop immediately and took over so I could race to childcare and find a perfectly OK little girl. But since Mum was already there and I had turned up to collect Miss E, I thought I might as well take her out for the rest of the day and she can spend it with my Mum.


Before we leave it's noted she doesn't have her cardigan and it happens to be one of the coldest summers day since I don't know when (it actually snowed on the mountain today). I was informed she was eating strawberries straight out of the garden and got juice all down the front so they have it in the laundry soaking. Who the hell supervises these kids???


Anyway back to my little shop which was dead from wind, rain and cold to find Mum giving out all the wrong information to a prospective supplier of recycled children's clothing. Great! I inform Mum that Miss E has no cardigan and is cold, hasn't had a nap yet and it's way past her bedtime, and has had three helpings of lunch so no need to feed her. I ask Mum to swing past our place on the way home and pick up a bottle, nappies and cardigan so Miss E would be comfortable, fed and warm for the rest of the day. "Try to get her to bed as soon as you get home because she'll be going mental from being over tired" I say.


At 2pm the phone rings and it's Mum. "I just got Miss E off to bed now. We stopped at the supermarket on the way home because I realised I didn't have the key to your house with me, and I bought some nappies, a bottle and some size 1 winter PJ's because I thought they'd be more useful than a jumper. It's really strange but she didn't want any lunch." The nappies and PJ's were too small and the bottle was the wrong brand! By the way so you think she heard me about Miss E having 3 helpings of lunch so no need to feed her??? Aaarrrggghhh!


At 4pm I close the shop after having a whole 2 customers for the day. I call Mum on the way who informs me Miss E is up and fine. I ask her does she think she's up to getting the groceries if I take her to Aldis now and Mum replies "yes". Wrong!! She was grumpy, tired, running green snotty nose and red swollen eyes. Poor bub. I finally placate her with my wallet. She loves to pull the cards in and out of their slots.


On the way home I get McDonald's because hubby is buggered and there's no way I'm cooking after that. Miss E refuses to eat, insists on sitting on my knee watching Ra Ra the noisy lion over and over, and then refuses to put on her PJ's. Following her down the hallway she sees Daddy and makes a dash for him. She tumbles down three tiled steps before I could stop her and pierces her lip with her tooth. Bugger!!! We spend the next hour with a cold face washer, dummy, bottle, stuffed toys and Ra Ra trying to calm her down. Thank God it only took 10 minutes to actually get her to sleep.

A bit of a fat lip :-(

Tomorrow she is supposed to get her 18 month vaccination but somehow I think I'll be rescheduling. All I can say is Thank God today is over and now I'm off to bed........Goodnight!

Girls Night Out

So I'm in Melbourne for two days to do some buying for my store and a little bit of shopping and relaxation for me. I organised with my an old friend to meet up for dinner and drinks last night, a bit of a girls night out without the worry of kiddies and hubby's. We decided to start with some entrees at a Chapel Street well known Italian restaurant, move on to St Kilda for our mains and finish with drinks at a nearby bar.

My first dilemma  was what to wear. When you've been a Mummy for the last year and preggers for 9 months before that, you don't exactly have the cool Chappel st killer outfit or body for that matter. I did my best with an oversized T-shirt with sequin trim and a pair of skinny black jeans and heels. My girlfriend turned up as usual looking stunning. She wore a gorgeous Aztec print dress that came just above the knee and brown cowboy boots. Did I mention she's Italian, long black hair to her waist, about a size 8, stunning! So feeling slightly frumpy I followed her into the restaurant where we enjoyed the best plate of Olives I've ever had, and polished of a lovely glass of wine. My favourite part was when we were leaving and the waiter took her hand and said "chow Bella" and then just looked at me as we walked out the door.

Heading to St Kilda we ended up at another Italian restaurant for our mains and we decided on a mixture of seafood entrees to share. This time we had a young female waitress who seemed to think we'd ordered too much food and was determined to stare us down with a "yes you should feel guilty about eating all that" look. After we paid and used their bathroom to freshen up she seemed almost glad and she cheerily waived us out the door. My friend and I do tend to talk a lot and we did stay for a long time after we finished out meals, but she could have come and offered us more drinks or even a desert menu rather than her looks of distaste.

Final stop was a little bar two doors up from the restaurant where we intended on enjoying a drink. My friend has been there before and said it was great. The age group was around 25-30 so better than going to a bar filled with 18 year olds. There were a lot of men on mobile phones and a lot of women trying to look disinterested but who were clearly there to find a mate. It got me thinking, the last time I went out to meet a man you used to have to beg the barman for a pen and took down there number on a piece of paper. Now we just whip out our iPhone or Galaxy and not only can we put their number in but we can snap a photo and save it against the number and name just in case we have a few too many and can't remember if he was worth calling the next day.

Still an overall enjoyable night but by the time I got back to the hotel at the very early hour of 10:30pm I was so glad to see my bed and hit the pillow that I didn't bat my eyelids until 6:30am the next morning. Why is it when your baby free you still can't sleep in? Now that's another blog all together.....