My lovely alarm named Edi-Rae started her day at 4:50 this morning. 4:50 is hard on a good day let alone a hangover day. I wasn’t too bad with the hangover but more so just so tired. Paddy was in our bed so I couldn’t bring her in so we sat in the couch and watched miss Rachel. The most amazing thing about this morning though is, our nanny (Abby the angel I call her) is coming at 7. So I can go back to bed. And I will. I have not gone back to bed in the morning in SOOOO LONG. I never get the chance because usually when the nanny comes I am straight in to work. But today is a public holiday so I am taking a well deserved rest.
Paddy was so excited to see our nanny and her son arrive, as was I. I gave her a run down of the morning and off to bed I went. It was BLISS. Apart from when I was sick with gastro twice, I haven’t done this since having Paddy (I was low key happy I got gastro those times because I feel like it was easier than parenting).
Our nanny ended up taking the kids to the park after Edi-Rae’s first sleep so when I rolled out of bed the house was quiet and Nick and I watched selling sunsets on the couch. We have not been able to do this since forever. We don’t have the TV on during the day and if we do it’s like for 15 mins to distract the kids with one of their shows. I can’t even tell you how satisfying this was. Am I living in heaven right now? Am I dreaming?
The nanny called me to say that Edi-Rae had done 3 watery poo’s at the park- nooooooooo! I thought it was a one off but here we go again. My poor nanny dealing with that at the park too… I would have been so stressed out. When they all got home Edi-Rae did some more. She was still so happy which was nice to see but she was grizzly before the explosions erupted so I think there may have been a sore tummy. This has been such a strange virus… and Paddy is fine which is also weird. She managed to eat dinner and just do a little water poo before bed so let’s hope she is fine tomorrow.
Apart from the water poo explosions, everyone here has such an amazing day. I got some rest and quality time with Nick which was so needed. The kids had so much fun playing with Abby & Logan and the house got a big tidy up. I know this isn’t something that can happen regularly but I need to remember how important it is to have a rest day occasionally. My brain feels lighter and my heart feels fuller. I feel reenergised. So grateful for our village, Abby the angel.
Just before bed I was on the toilet and Edi-Rae came in as she usually does and then tripped over and smashed her head on the edge of the sliding door. I screamed and felt instantly sick. It was such a hard hit I thought we might have to have a hospital trip. Picked her up and she was hysterical. She was clearly in so much pain. The lump was massive and there was a line from the door edge but it didn’t bleed thank god. I was so worried she was going to have concussion and I couldn’t stop crying or stay calm. Thank god for Nick in these situations because I’m a mess. We just watched her carefully before bed and she ended up being okay. This is her 3rd head knock in about a week from falling over. Her starting to walk freaks me out.
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Hi Alice! Sorry about the confusion. I was around 95kg in my last trimester of pregnancy, so was wearing very loose fitting clothes and pregnancy attire. These would have been looser fitting 12/14 sizes. After pregnancy I was still overweight (around 92) and wearing a size 12/14 in looser styles.
Just a tip, don’t assume a large number means a bigger size.I am tall, so the extra weight luckily gets portioned out over my body quite well so my sizing doesn’t change hugely, especially for the fact that most of my clothing is oversized. I’m currently 85kg and still wearing the same sizes as I was when I was 95kg, I just look a bit nicer now.
I don’t have any reason to lie to you about my weight, at all, the idea of lying about it is actually super confusing to me because I’m just not even sure what the intention behind that would be?
Hi Tara
Have followed you for a long time & appreciate your honesty but I feel you weren’t being honest about your clothing size. You’ve consistently said for a long time you’re a size 12 yet the other day you said recently you’d got to nearly 100kg. I suspected for awhile you didn’t look like a size 12. Please be honest as it makes the rest of us bigger people feel like sh*t