ABOVE: now we have three clearly defined 'areas'... sleep, play and poop. Here's hoping they have learnt enough over the past few weeks to tell which is which.
Although I know it is going to be hard parting with them (except Kiba), I will enjoy having my room back to normal I must say! And not smelling puppy poop all day long! Not the nicest smell ... but in saying that... I am quite positive we will do it all again in about a year!
Having Emily has been delightful too... but I'm glad she's going home tonight! I miss uninterrupted nights! AND sleeping in a bit! What with her and the pups I am getting tired! It's not the same in ya freakin' 50's I have to admit.
When I think back to when I had all 6 kids at home... (10 yrs and under) I don't know how I did it!
Except, I WAS 20 years younger!
Anyway, enough yakkity yak, got to go feed 6 pups, one infant, and make lunches for B, G & S.
AND THEN... Brylee and I (and Emily) are off to see some Psychologists at Whirinaki Mental Health Services. OH Yaaaa. Brylee's school teacher thinks Brylee has serious self esteem issues which she thinks is down to her feeling abandoned by Lacy. What the hell would she know I ask you?
Brylee is fine. Yes, she struggles to make friends and maintain them... but to ME it's down to her personality. With Brylee it's got to be HER WAY or FUCK OFF. No wonder she can't keep friends!
Doesn't matter how much we talk to her about BEING A NICE PERSON will get you friends... she still does the same shit over and over again. We have seen it with her interactions with Griffin and her cousins. Ain't rocket science people.
I am doing really well with being careful what's going in me gob... so what does my ever so loving son do last night?
ABOVE: he came home with two blocks of chocolate and stood in front of me and asked me if I wanted any!
I said 'NO' of course, so then he stood in front of me and did this:
ABOVE: he rubbed them on his nipples! What a shit. A cheeky shit at that.
ONWARD...
Been there, done that... and I tried to be NICE. I was completely open and honest about why I feel Brylee struggles with relationships ( down to her PERSONALITY)... bla bla bla. They asked me all sorts of questions about Brylee's history... family shit....
A MALE PSYCH NURSE spoke to Brylee in another room... and he came back and said "Wow she can talk can't she?" !!!
DOH, we know, we know. It's all about Brylee in our house... well in her head anyway.
Seems all she bleated on about was how NASTY Griffin and Steve are to her, and how she wants a lock on her bedroom door so Griffin can't get in her room! WTF? He virtually NEVER goes in her room cos on the rare occasion he does she screams the house down.
I knew I would come away from the meeting cross, and I have.
I am over so called 'experts' butting into my life and the life of my family. We are doing no wrong so butt out. I DO know what I am doing when it comes to raising stroppy little madams. I've had a few of those already!
Hee hee, I couldn't help myself: I just had to ask both the Psych people how many kids they had? Apparently NONE at all. Hmmmm... what did that tell me? Theory is all very well, but try actually RAISING a few (or 8) then tell me what to do... mmm OK? They both laughed. I was SERIOUS people.
Right, now that's done... Emily and I are home, Brylee is at school... and my tummy is telling me it's almost lunch time, so I'm outta here, must get some food in me gob.
It's been a busy afternoon... I finally got the pups out on the grass this afternoon! The weather was so nice I thought, why not? I know Steve wanted to be here to see them on the grass for their first time, but by the time he gets home it's gone cold out there.
I got some really lovely photos of them all... will put some on the blog tomorrow. I sent some to the new owners of Bruiser, Rhino and Chico... I hope they like them.
I decided to carry Emily outside too, so I picked her up while she was in her walker... and as I stepped out of the doo the rubber matting on the concrete slipped out from under me and Emily and I went over for six!
Luckily (as we always do) I managed to save the baby from harm... but did in me right knee in the process! Lost lots of skin... OUCH! I got a huge fright, was so, so scared the baby might have hit her head on the concrete!
Thank god she was OK! I felt so bad I rang Stew to just de-stress. Looking forward to him coming home so I can relax a bit.
There have been some really nice comments today, thank you.
LEIGH: very well thought out comment, thanks.
End of Day: feeling a bit sorry for myself. My knee, toes, inner thighs (I did the splits when I fell) and my right arm are all sore. *sniff* Going to have a quiet night with a couple of drinks to wind down.
nite nite.
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