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Wonder what my chances are...

of writing 19 000 this weekend?

Probably not very good, hey?

I guess it's just been one of those weeks. Baby not well, mama not well, four appointments as well as a family crisis - and then there are the school and creche drop-offs and pick ups, the bane of most parents lives, LOL!

This is why I do things in a kind of all or nothing way, LOL. I have a tendency to throw myself headlong into committments, and it's usually with the thought in mind that somewhere along the line I'll have to scale right back...

If I had written 500 words a day last week, I'd have managed a quarter of what I got through. I'd have 2500 under my belt right now, and all the stress this week would have come along anyway (ie. it's not a result of throwing myself into writing last week)... Instead, I got 10 000 words written and even though I haven't written more than 1000 this week, I'm not as stressed because having 11 000 down is not so bad really (mum only had 13 000 down until a month before everything was due!)...

All the same, I do feel like I need ot have at least 20 000 down by the end of the weekend, which I think is doable.

Now, in other news...

Well, not news, actually, more of a mama whinge. After Ari was born, Bryn went through a period of adjustment that was pretty rough on all of us. Then things settled down again for a few months, but in the last couple of weeks it's all on again. He's throwing tantrums left, right and centre, and while I have to say I'm dealing really well with them compared to how I might have dealt with Erik or Luey, I am finding myself getting ever madder. As I'm sitting here, I'm thinking it might be a reaction to Dave being home all the time. With that comes change, of course. Dave has been giving Bryn a lot of treats lately, little toys and snacks when out. This has led to something we hardly EVER had with our other two - shopping tantrums. He'll pick something off the shelf and say he wants it, I'll do my usual, "No Way, Jose" which usually sees the boys putting said toy back, then rinse and repeat, yk? But no, Bryn starting wailing. then puts the toy down, picks up another, here's another "I'm not buying that" and more wailing.

I've tried jollying him, tried the "for your birthday" tact, tried empathy, tried the flat out no... Argh!

And when the boys come home from school, he's constantly prodding them and poking them and trying to rile them up. When they're at school, he's into their stuff, I have to watch CONSTANTLY. Or he's opening the front door and just leaving it open - then watching me for a reaction...

He's caught FOUR already and I don't like it - there is ONE vaccine I might actually be happy to have administered (the vaccine for FOUR, if you didn't get what I was saying just then - I'm rambling incoherently now)...

Comments

Stitch Sista said…
Well 5 is where my experience comes to a halt (only had my stepchildren part time so never saw their 'normal' everyday behaviour at younger ages)...

Anyway I miss my baby. Definitey at 5 he seems to be an entirely different being than that sweet little baby boy I nurtured for the first 2 or 3 years...*sigh*

Trying to enjoy the girls before they get there too :).
Jen said…
He has caught 4 already? rofl. Seriously though I have taken that kind of tantrumy behaviour for the whole of 3..plus some. Most days I want to run away so if you are making predictions that 4 will be worst then I will run away now before she turns 4 ;) . In fact I may be guilty of telling her yesterday that when she becomes a teenager I am leaving home *blush* . Just thought I would leave a comment and commiserate with you. Although if it helps at all they tell me at childcare she is very intelligent (she is also an Angel there..never ever tantrums!). Of course Bryn would be as well (these Aug babes are hughly intelligent beings after all ;) ) . If you work out how to curb some of the attention seeking behaviours then please share :)
Sif said…
Someone, I think it might have been Stitch Sista actually, referred to the term "threenager" the other day, thought that was APT!

Oh yeah, very intelligent, all my kids are especially intelligent when I can't work out how to get them to cooperate with me on MY terms, hahaha...

We've patented FOUR in this house, so it may be a Bird boy thing...

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