Mumbot Version 2.0 – an update

Mumbot’s home!

She’s here! She’s arrived! Well… not the complete Stepford version, since I’m wearing gym pants and a sweat shirt, but I’m feeling, strangely … serene. I wrote previously of my frustrations at home with the girls, and my lack of patience. Lately something’s changed, for the better. I’m really enjoying my girls. They’re not driving me crazy, and when they’re slow or non-responsive, the banshee is not coming out. My care factor is lower. Why????

They are cute and fun. Little A told me on Good Friday that poor Jesus was hung up on the clothesline, but that on Sunday, he’d come back up to life and we might see him walking down the road. Woah. Interesting stuff going on in that Sunday school class she visits sometimes with her grandmother.

Even diabetes played nice over Easter. I’d like to personally plant a big sloppy smushy kiss on the inventors of the insulin pump. Last Easter for Little L was a horrorshow of insulin injections, sugar-free easter eggs, the after-effects of sugar-free easter eggs (have you read about the delightful laxative effect from artificial sweeteners? Don’t leave your kids alone with a container of Eclipse mints, EVER), and some head-spinning rocket-launching tantrums as her blood glucose levels went through the roof despite carefully meted out chocolate hits. This year, however? You want two eggs? Sure. I’ll put the carbs in your insulin pump, then you can eat it. Another four little ones after lunch? No worries. I’ll add up the carbs then it’s all yours. She went high, but we could correct it straight away with another boost of insulin delivered through the pump. I LOVE YOU MR AND MS INSULIN PUMP INVENTOR PEOPLE. And so does the Easter bunny.

The whole long weekend they’ve been gorgeous, and I’ve been trying to pinpoint what’s different. I think they’ve changed because I’ve changed. I’m trying to turn off the trigger mum yell response (which is THERE, believe me) and listen to the need underneath the annoying whinge or refusal. I’m taking two extra minutes to squat down and cuddle and talk quietly, and though it’s taking practice, I’ve found it’s saving me 10 minutes that would have been spent in time outs and escalated crappy behaviour while we head butt like goats.

I am the brown goat. Cos I am bigger, obviously.

It’s far from perfect. It’s taking A LOT of time. I am running late. My parents’ cat, aged 21, died over the Easter weekend and the girls are really sad, and need extra cuddles and talks while they spontaneously pop out with questions about death and wishes that he come back to life (WHILE GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL). Add some rain and the fact that kids turn into frozen confused statues as soon as you add a raincoat (until PUDDLES! Oooh now they’re all Peppa Piggish), and we have a record for school lateness. 10 minutes after the bell! Whoops. But they are happy. And, I didn’t yell.

There’s much refining to be done. It’s not like you can get everyone out of bed 20 minutes earlier in case someone needs some touchy feely time. If you’re anything like me, that’s not enough to stop you from pressing ‘snooze’ on your alarm button. I wonder also whether my new ‘zen’ state has anything to do with the new epilepsy meds I’ve recently started in addition to the ones I’m already taking for migraines. I’m feeling a little whacked, I have to admit. It’s quite dizzy-making at times, and I’m tired, but I’m also feeling really chilled. Hard to work yourself into a frenzy about something when you’re a floating fairy.

As always, I’ve got to find a balance. Tips for being nice, and also being on time please? Punctuality is my nemesis. I suspect you’ll tell me we need to just turn all the clocks in the house back an hour before the real time, but then I’ll have to come around and punch you. Sleep is perhaps more important than food.

See? I’m still me. I still have the energy to punch people when it’s absolutely, completely necessary. Threaten my sleep and I’ll take you DOWN. Nicely, in a quiet voice.

xx

10 thoughts on “Mumbot Version 2.0 – an update

  1. Both my sisters in law and my mother in law have an insulin pump it really does seem to be in VOGUE! It makes a big difference to them.
    I am hardcore punctual by nature and being married to perpetually late procrastinator extraordinaire M has tested my patience sorely over the years. Generally speaking if we are going anywhere I have gotten myself and the kids ready and loaded into the car where we wait many minutes for him to faff around inside and generally waste time.
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    • Faffing, my dear Sarah, is an art form. Don’t mock it till you’ve tried it. Hell yeah – insulin pumps are the shiz. All the cool kids want them :)

  2. Can’t help you with punctuality I’m afraid. I’m sure one of my tiny time-bandits ripped a hole in the space time continuum this morning because we left 10 minutes early for school today and still managed to arrive ten minutes late. Agh!
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  3. Tips for punctuality? Don’t look at this little black duck. I was a whole 20 minutes late at the school drop off this morning. Of course I can partially blame the appalling weather but the faffing had a bit to do with it.
    Luv B
    PS: I dont need drugs to float like a fairy.
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  4. Send me some serenity over here please. Devil mum came out this morning and five hours later I am still feeling the draining effects of yelling with really little to no response. Glad you enjoyed the Easter break and little L was happily balanced with Mr Pump.

    • Do you want it in the bottle or the packet? ;) the yelling just stopped working. And I also lost my voice, so the planets collided and I decided to try out something new… Bingo! Result! For now, anyway…. :)

  5. Yay for the insulin pump!
    I bet it feels great to be all zen and serene and ‘nice mummy’. Perhaps you could slip ME some of your epilepsy meds? I had a few too many psycho mum outbursts on Monday/Tuesday. I think I was high on sugar and caffeine. Oops. x
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    • My zen nearly slipped this morning in the rain… But I quickly recovered it. Smile like a big faker till you mean it is my new mummy motto! And if you can’t do that, turn up the radio. Xx

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