Ebay Woes and Hidden books

Ok, last time I bought something on ebay, it did not actually work out that well. BUT, ever the eternal optimist, I thought I would buy a friends present on there. WRONG, oh so wrong!

Won the bid, yippee. Contacted seller, who only accepted postal orders, tried to obtain their address. After 3 days and 4 futile emails, I emailed them to say, thanks but I will source the product elsewhere and posted some negative feedback for them. I duly received this response:

"re you some kind of clown ive read your feedback,s and it say,s alot bout you i think you need to sort your head out and give it a wobble i don,t relist thing,s if you had paid ypu would have recived your good,s you deceied you have not made contact with me ps reade my feedback,s when i leave you one more your,s will look great ,ha ha ha"

Last time I checked, I had straw between my ears for basically not sleeping for the last 6 months. It does wobble, but does not distrub me that much. Ah well, I always wanted a cyber stalker...

Contacted ebay, they are chasing the person up. Not that I need them to, as I have purchased the product elsewhere.

Have decided to cheer myself up by buying lots of Faith Brown inspired jewlery from Hong Kong, costing only 1p, but postage is 4.99. Bargin. SARS presumably free? If nothing else, my earlobes will get some excersise whilst trying to support some cubic zirconia monstrosity!

On a darker note, we have slept even less in the last week than it is possible to do. We are still doing the shift system, and Stuart is unable to work Monday and Fridays as Cameron is at home, and I am physically unable to get through such days without locking myself in the kitchen and crying my eyes out. I do however, lock the child gate behind me so that my darling son does not see his ever so slightly stressed mother wailing (on the inside) like a mute banshee.

We now have a referral to the hospitalfor her colic. Cameron has been sick the last week, so no nursery for him, no work for Stuart, and I have not left the house in a week.

I have also hidden some of Camerons books, as if I had to red Rosies Walk, one more time, I would have screamed. I have read that book to him approx 15 times a day for the last month. I decided yesterday evening that it would have to join the gruffalo, on the top shelf of the bookcase. It will only ever see daylight again once he is 3 years old. Reading this you probably think I am harsh. I probably am.

.One present for me....

Ok, have now made it into town twice this week (whoooho!) accompanied by ever so patient hubby. When he is not folding / unfolding prams, getting screaming baby to sleep whilst we are out he is either buying me icecream or following me patiently around a shop.

I am now comfort shopping, one present for me, one for someone else. Problem is that the present for me is actually for one of the kids and the present for someone else is actually wholly unsuitable for the person it is meant for. Never mind. I figure if I keep being escorted into town then I am bound to find the right present. NCP must love me at the moment!

Was absolutely determined to read a book last night, but seeing as all the books are in Cams room, had to make do with reading a Hungarian recepie book for fear of disturbing him. Boy did I go to sleep hungry. It is probably what was responsible for my foul mood at 2 am when I announced to hubby that after pacifying Lottie for an hour and a half it was his turn. I turned on my heels and left her room and went back to our bed, pulled the duvet over my head and went to sleep. Does this make me a bad mother? Answers on a post it note please....

PS I can thoroughly recommend a 15 tog duvet for drowning out screaming.....

Update on Stuff

Ignoring the fact that I dont get more than 3 hours sleep (if I am lucky) and even thats with Lottie on my chest, the fact that I have eliminated most foods, blah blah, then, there probably is an excuse for me morphing into one of "those" mothers last night.

Picked up the newsletter from the nursery, scanning through it I noticed that Cam's group are holding a nativity production. And Cameron has not been selected. Blood boiled, spat drooled as I ranted to Stuart about how we are paying a fortune for the nursery, how cute Cameron is and how I feel he should have a part. I have now discovered a ranting ability so passionate, so fast and so fluid, that I could actually write for any dictator wishing to grace me with some money.

When I finally let Stuart get a word in edgeways, he pointed out that the production was for over 2's. Also, he pointed out the fact that Cam's words are limited to "more", "digger", "car","bus", "juice", "yesh", "nana" (banana). Hardly festive words. Whoops.

Past Luxury's

Has to be a quick one as I have had 4 hours sleep, in 3 parts. Lotties colic been so bad for the past two weeks that she has only been able to sleep at night on my chest and it kicks off about 5pm. Stuart tends to do the 10pm to midnight / 1am shift then I take over. We both feel absolutely drained.

Cam on good form, apart from thinking that randomly hitting Charlotte will help aleviate the situation!