Baby Rhyme Time

We ventured out this morning, in the bitterly cold weather, to "Baby Rhyme Time". If you dislike babies other than your own, I really don't recommend it. 20 new mums, crammed into a hot room with what seemed like a million babies, forced by an aging librarian, who I don't think actually HAS kids, to sing various adapted songs. Like, "What shall we do with the lazy baby" and "Singing in the Library" and other fun, fun classics. I wouldn't mind, except, it was more of a adults-sing-very-quietly-time than a baby-rhyme-time" We left as soon as possible. I don't think Ramsey enjoyed it either. He spent the first half glaring around angrily and the second half wailing into my shoulder.

We won't be going again.

Wow, I am so tired today. I haven't ever felt like this before, I'm so tired it hurts to type, my eyes feel like small balls of sand and I'm trying not to blink, because every time my eyes shut, it's getting harder to prise them open. I didn't have that bad a sleep last night, I don't know why I feel like this, I'm just exhausted and there is noone to help, noone who can relieve the pressure, noone who can let me sleep for even half an hour.

Stay - At - Home - Monday

The title may mistaken lead you to believe that I anything but stay at home on the other days of the week. This is not the case. Most days I stay in, playing on Ebay, feeding the baby, cleaning the minuscule flat (which is like a tardis with regards to the mess) and generally doing nothing useful for society. Most days I venture to the nearest coffee shop, and attempt to quell the tide of overwhelming tiredness with a triple-shot latte.

A lot of the time L comes home for lunch. I have missed him today a I was getting my caffeine injection when he came back. I'm not bothered because for some reason he usually come in full of the raging horn, and the middle of the day just isn't my hot time.

The flat smells like cat pee, the boy needs his bum changing, and I can't remember if I brushed my teeth this morning. They feel okay, but I have never been able to smell my own breathe. Not that it matters really, as Ramsey doesn't care, and I won't be seeing anyone else til at least 6.

I'm feeling a little bitter today.

Are you lonesome tonight?

I'm sitting waiting for L to hurry up so we can go back to our bedsit. Every weekend we come and hang out at his parents house - well, it's kind of just his Dad's house now because his Mum is living elsewhere. I don't mind, but L, his brother D and his Dad have all been out all day at the new flat doing some DIY stuff, so it's been me, the laptop and Ramsey for most of the day.

I did go up there this morning and strip some wallpaper, but my boobs filled up painfully with milk for the little munchkin, and I had to be carted off home to release the pressure.

Disgustingly, and probably quite neglectfully, Ramsey has been in the same babygro/vest thingy for 3 days now. I did ask L to grab another one from our flat but he didn't, and if he doesn't wear a vest all his clothes ride up around his neck. So he is a poo-stained little boy. Obviously, I have changed his nappy, I'm not an idiot.

He has just finished feeding from me, and now is conked out in his travel cot. He'll probably wake up again at around 1.30am for a bottlefeed, which I give him in the vain hope of getting him to sleep longer, so that I can have a decent nights kip. It hasn't worked yet, but it's all part of the routine now.

I'm sitting in the kitchen on my own, having a cigarette and thinking about how annoyed I am that e are still here. L is waiting for a 'delivery' of his favourite green combustible, and then he has to take D to the all night garage, so they can get some oil for the mini-moto that he exchanged for a taser, of all things, the dodge little begger.

As well as having a dirty baby, I also feel extremely dirty and want to have a bath. My hair is all hanging in my face lankly and there is a strange odour coming from my jeans. In all, I feel quite disgusting.

A First Entry

Hi! My name is Katie and this is my new blog, but I'm not new to it, I have had a diary with Diaryland for 6 years, I just fancied a change.

Let me tell you a bit about myself.

I'm 23, and I live in Hemel Hempstead. You might remember it from the news, the Buncefield Oil Explosion? Hemel's claim to fame!

I have also lived in Brighton, Colchester and Bath, but now I'm back in Hemel.

I recently became a new mum! My little boy is called Ramsey, and he is the most beautiful, amazing little person that I ever saw. He is 13 weeks old, and I'm a proud breastfeeding Mummy, he is such a little fatty too!

I don't work, at the moment. I am on maternity leave from my job as a tour operator for a big family holiday company. I love being a stay at Mum. I do make a bit of money though. I love creating fun things for babies from paper and card, and selling them (and anything else I can get my hands on!) on Ebay and Etsy.

I live with my gorgeous little boy, and my boyfriend L in the tinest flat ever built. I's just one room for the living room, dining room & bedroom, although we have a kitchen and a bathroom, of course. We are getting a council place very soon, in fact, L is there right now renovating the place, so we can be a happy little family in a beautiful little flat.