Sunday, 29 April 2012

Am I jinxed?

By nature I'm a very supersticious person. I salute magpies, I don't walk under ladders and I believe that everything happens for a reason. Amongst all of these things, I never thought it possible to be able to jinx yourself, yet somehow, I'm convinced I have.

Now you see, in my last post I made a point of mentioning that Princess had been sleeping through the night. At that point I was convinced things couldn't get any better for me. I was getting a full nights sleep and I had a seemingly more relaxed toddler. However, ever since I made that post, Princess has not slept through the night once. Not even close. In fact, she's become ten times worse than what she used to be.
Before, if she woke in the night, I was able to go into her and give her a bottle and all would be well. I'd get back into bed and sleep until the next inevitable wake up call came. Now when she wakes in the night, she's inconsolable. She doesn't cry as such, just makes more of a whinging noise that goes on forever and absolutely nothing can stop it. At some point every night she will climb into our bed and as much as I adore this, I hate it too. It means both Ross and I are balancing on the edge of the mattress being careful not to crush her arms/legs/head therefore producing a very unrestful nights sleep. Along with this comes the point at which she begins her whinging. During one incident I became so frustrated with being unable to stop it that I actually took her back into her own room and climbed into her tiny single bed with her, bedframe and all! This complete turnaround leads me to believe that I have in fact jinxed myself.

Sometimes I feel so awful that I get frustrated with her for it, but when it's 3am and she's been making that same noise for 30 minutes straight, it gets hard to take. At 18 months I would have hoped for some sort or routine or at the very least a sign that that part of her sleeping habit might be beginning to settle down. A major part of her sleeping habits that doesn't help is the fact she doesn't nap during the day. No matter what time she wakes in the morning, 5, 6, 7, 8am she will not sleep in the daytime. This means that come 5pm she is so grouchy and snappy that she becomes difficult to handle. 

I love my Princess more than anything on this earth and as hard as the lack of sleep is to handle sometimes, I know she'll grow out of it. Whether it be in the next six months or six years, I know that this won't go on forever and that's what keeps me going.

Now moving on from my mini moan (yes I realise that wasn't really mini) I'll give you an update on everything else.

Firstly, I actually went out with the girls last weekend! I know, I know, don't all fall over in shock at once. It was a great night and one I'll remember for a long time - although probably not for the right reasons! All I will say is that I am never getting that drunk again. I've been drunk a lot of times in my life, but never have I been this mortified by the state I was in. The funny thing is, Charlotte doesn't even remember half of it. As soon as I got home I was straight to the bathroom and then in bed. She on the otherhand was out in the back garden rolling around in gravel!! As you do Charlotte haha. Luckily though I felt absolutely fine the next day, apart from craving a giant roast dinner - which both Charlotte and I got in the end.

 
Charlotte, Misty, Sam




Another thing to report is that we've decorated our bedroom. It's not a massive deal to some but after living in the old house for 2 years and not changing a single thing about the bedroom, we decided we'd do ours first. It never fully felt like home in the old bedroom, but now it's so cosy and warmer in the new one that I love being in it. I've never felt as excited to go to bed before as much as I did last night. Of course, a new paint job meant new bedding and curtains which was almost enough to make me start dancing with glee.


The theme is most definitely pink! I'm just as shocked as everyone else that Ross actually went ahead with the colour choice, but by God am I glad he did! The back wall is actually grey (although it looks purple in the picture, I think I would have been asking a little TOO much for purple as well as pink!) and it all goes amazing together. Surprisingly it's the exact same colour combination as my blog, which I didn't realise until afterwards! I haven't had a pink bedroom since I was a little girl so I'm loving having one now. All we need is some new lamps (which are already picked out), some canvasses going up on the chimney breast and a few accessories and it'll all be complete. 
Not sure which room we'll be decorating next but I'm sure it won't be long!

I'll leave you with that. I apologise again for the random subject hopping but a girl only has a certain amount of time to get things done and in my case, that means cramming everything into one blog post.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Well, well, well...

It seems like a lifetime has passed since my last post, and in some ways I suppose it has. So much has changed, for the best might I add, that it sort of feels like everything is brand new.

We're finally settled into the new house. All I can say is I love it. Not only is the change in scenery refreshing, but having a smaller house is actually so much nicer than having a large one. We never needed a 3 storey, 3 bedroomed house. We had a whole room dedicated simply to the rabbit cage and the tumble dryer. Now, we have a lovely 2 bedroom, which is far more cosy.
The only negative, which some may actually ridicule me for, is that because it is smaller, it takes half the time to clean leaving me with quite a bit of spare time on my hands. You're probably wondering why on earth I would find this as a negative, but as someone who always has to be doing something, it's not so good. In the last week alone I have read 6 books. To be fair, they were all part of a series and obviously I had to read them all one after the other, but surely 6 books is going a bit too far, even by my freakishly bookworm standards.

Apart from the house, not much has actually changed but it feels like everything has. The way I do things, the people I see, how I spend my time. I have much more visitors in this house so I never have a chance to feel lonely like I did in the other. Also I know that if I do want to see someone, all it will take is a phonecall and a short walk rather than a forty minute bus ride. All of these things make for a very happy Misty.

One thing I've been pondering about lately - excuse me for the random change of topic - is about the book I wrote. The only people who have read it are my Mum and creative writing obsessed friend Lindsey. Both say it's really good and should opt for the ending that would lead into a sequel (I wrote 2 endings.) Now I know that if I were to ever follow through and see about getting it published, any agent or agency would ask what I was working on next. Apart from that, I'm also not sure if it's any good. It's not just me doubting my own writing abilities, but also my imagination. It's definitely a Young Adult book, not a chick-lit which is what I would have always imagined myself writing. I blame the influences of Twilight and Vampire Academy - although mine has nothing to do with vampires! But even so, I don't know if it's good enough.
The main thing I have to decide is whether I like my first book enough to continue doing a sequel. If I decide yes, I have to get on to planning it before I think about pursuing the first. If I decide no, I'm back to square one and will have to start deciding on what to write next.
But, before any of that happens, I'm going to send my first one over to a few people who can offer me unbias opinions. It's not even been fully proof read or edited yet so advice is definitely needed.

Right, I'm really starting to ramble. A big announcement that I have to make is: Princess finally slept through the night!!! That was a few days ago and it has happened several times since. I couldn't be more happier about this. I don't know if it's due to the transition from cot to bed, but something is working. Although I do enjoy the middle of the night wake up calls when she sneaks into our bedroom and attempts to climb into bed, but I think sleeping through the night tops that - just. She's settled into the house so well you'd have thought we've been living here forever. She knows exactly where everything is, including her chocolate, and isn't afraid to get it for herself.
Her speech is coming on in leaps and bounds. Her vocabulary now reaches about 25 words including key, choc, jack (the rabbit) and juice. To say her very first word (that wasn't Mum or Dad) was drop, she's come on a long way, especially as she's only 18 months. Don't get me wrong, she's nowhere near having a conversation with me, but life is so much easier now she can ask for things.
I have to add that as I was writing that sentence, she threw a toy monkey into the mop bucket, started splashing around in it and shouted "DROP!". Think at some point I'm going to have to teach her the difference between 'drop' and 'thrown'. 

So that's the life of me so far. Nothing extraordinary, but life is good. Hopefully things will continue this way and I'll find myself a lot happier than I was before.