I don’t care for transitional nap stages. And I’m pretty sure we are in one. Napping every second day. Which means on days when she does nap she crashes like a tonne of bricks and is senorita grumpy pants when she wakes up, probably because she sleeps too deeply. And on days when she doesn’t nap it’s tantrum city because she’s tired and easily frustrated.
But there are upsides to this transitional phase. There are days when she still naps. And despite the fact that I don’t recognise the cranky creature …

I’ve been holding on to the afternoon nap for dear life. Those few hours during the day where I could get things done, or do nothing, or just listen to the beautiful sound of silence. I persisted despite knowing, deep down that it was over.
And then I realised between it taking half an hour to an hour to get her to take the nap and the extra hour it was taking me to get her to bed at night, it wasn’t exactly giving me any extra time. And that …

A few months back, the munchkin started wanting company to go to sleep.
If I put her in bed and closed the door she’d just get up again and bang on the door.
Not anymore.
I’ve discovered the secret.
If I leave the door open, she doesn’t get out of bed.
She just chats to herself and then goes to sleep.
I’ve now blogged about it.
I anticipate that the whole situation will unravel rather quickly.

So after two days of e-mailing, arranging, drowning in computer coding and generally feeling like I wanted to hit something in a repetitive fashion, I have a semblance of my website back. I don’t have the domain name (that transfer will take about 5 days or so), and I don’t have my design which took more hours than I’d choose to remember to build, but I do have all my photos, posts and comments, and that’s the main thing.
For anyone who hasn’t had the pleasure of my continual complaints on …

It’s hard to know why, but some days, despite having a glorious toddler who is great company, a loving husband and a great family, I feel alone, isolated and sad. Perhaps it’s a shade of depression, and if that’s all I’m left with, that’s pretty damn good. On those days, I miss my mum (Hi Mum!). That’s an inside joke. I never call her mum, I have always called her by her first name. And we keep in touch most days on the phone, and we skype. But it’s not …

I always wondered why mothers’ had such a reputation for making their children feel guilty. And now I think I know why. Because you feel guilty ALL the freaking time. After a while it probably becomes second nature and eventually you just become good at it. I’m assuming anyway. I’m not actually at that point yet. I’m at the ALL the freaking time part. For example:
I let her eat a chocolate cupcake before lunch. Actually, if you read my blog, you are probably wondering if I give her anything except …

What could be better than napping? On a hot day like today – napping on the couch in the only air conditioned room is even better.

Although I was a little concerned that this hanging off the edge of the couch bit was a recipe for disaster. A grumpy waker at the best of times, I can only imagine how things would have gone if she’d fallen off and bumped her head. So with a little coaxing I managed to get her to move to a more secure position

You’ll note that …

I was having a lazy parent day today. See? Couldn’t even be bothered to get her dressed!

Actually no, that wasn’t the basis of my laziness – it was nap time. Often I get it a little bit easy at nap time and she falls asleep in her chair after/during lunch. No such luck today and instead of being very ready for sleep at 12:30 she was bouncing off the walls. I could come up with all sorts of reasons why I didn’t want to do the whole sleep rigmarole today. …