GrumpynessRus syndrome

As the title says, I am in downright grump today. No particular reason, other that I went to bed in a bad mood and woke up still in one.


*sigh*


Don't you just love these days - not!


Inflicting my grumpyness on Twitter, as you do, brought the offer of cake - yum, thanks Lisa and this little video, which is too funny not to share and did make me laugh out loud - thanks J.S. :-)

Watching that made me smile again, gotta love the Muppets. I used to watch them religiously growing up. They're even funnier in German I tell you!

In a further effort to cheer myself up and as a reminder to me that all things do pass I also wanted to share these poems.

Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.


And this is another favourite of mine...


Wean Me Gently
by Cathy Cardall


I know I look so big to you,

Maybe I seem too big for the needs I have.

But no matter how big we get,

We still have needs that are important to us.

I know that our relationship is growing and changing,

But I still need you. I need your warmth and closeness,

Especially at the end of the day

When we snuggle up in bed.

Please don't get too busy for us to nurse.

I know you think I can be patient,

Or find something to take the place of a nursing;

A book, a glass of something,

But nothing can take your place when I need you.

Sometimes just cuddling with you,

Having you near me is enough.

I guess I am growing and becoming independent,

But please be there.

This bond we have is so strong and so important to me,

Please don't break it abruptly.

Wean me gently,

Because I am your mother,

And my heart is tender. 




As you can probably tell from the poems, some of my grumpyness is down to my two youngest and feeling very touched out at the minute.


Tandem nursing can be wonderful, but it can also make you feel like you never do anything but nurse and my four year old seems to dissolve into a bag of tantrums every time I ask him to wait.


*sigh*


And with the six week old being in the middle of a growth spurt, well.... you get the picture I am sure. No wonder I have lost the ability to write, which is frustrating the heck out of me.


However - this too shall pass! 


If I say it often enough I might even believe it! ;-)