Zombie Mamas

Guys... Guys!

I could seriously play a Zombie in a movie right now, they would only need to drench me in fake blood and I would seriously be ready for the role. I could be all like 'Grrr!Aaargghh!Raaahh!' with my hands out in front of me because that's basically how I am in real life anyway. I'm sure I have started communicating in grunts. And I'm a grump. OH MY GOD am I a grump. I could probably rip brains out easy as. I feel sorry for Simon. But even as I say that I'm resenting him and his man ears that manage to sleep through the babies tag teaming each other with their restless nights of sleep. And resentful of the fact he can stay up until god knows when playing Warcraft and still seem good to go in the mornings.

Sleep deprivation and me just don't go together good. We don't gel yo. I don't know how all y'all with babies who are not sleeping through at 21 months still manage to be such good mamas or, lets me honest, are even still alive because I would of downed a quart of vodka and some pills long ago if that was me.

YOU SHOULD SEE MY EYES. Every morning in the shower I have to scrub my mascara off my entire face with a facecloth because I've been too freaking tired at night to do it and its managed to go everywhere in the 8 hours I'm tossing and turning. There are also black lines all over my pillow and I really don't even care enough to wash it.

I could cope ok I reckon, if i didn't actually have to think during the day. Or be on my feet all day running back and forth and dealing with customers who think its a travesty that they have a 20 cent fine on their cards. (Sidenote: its weird how the dude with 20 cent fines are all like 'blahblahblah I'm not paying! you are ripping me off!!' and the ones with $20 fines are all like 'no worries, yo. Can I pay via visa?').
Also those of you who think librarians actually just sit and read all day are nutters. I have never been so rushed off my feet as I am at the library.

At work when I've had like 3 cups of Miloffees to fuel me they are all like 'how do you do it?!' and 'you seem so perky' and I'm like 'its the caffeine' and they praise me for being such a good mama and everything and I'm like 'I want to die. No really. because then I might rest.'

But then I get home. And I greet my baby girl and she gives me this huge wide grin that is exactly shaped like this --> :D, And ZJ runs over and hugs my legs and chatters away at me and Simon gives me a kiss on the forehead. I realise its all really really worth it and I probably wouldn't change a thing*.

*Well, unless obviously I had enough money to never work unless I wanted to and all that jazz :P

16 months

Its hard to believe that my little man is 16 months old.



I have a walking, giggling, guilt tripping, adorable and hilarious child, and sometimes I sit back and wonder how this all came about.

Little explorers are hard on a mama's heart.

My little man is fast turning into a real little man. Its absolutely terrifying and heart warming all at once.







Happy mother's day to all the mama's out there :)