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Looking good, Vern. (Or not).

So I MAY have forgotten that the community nurse was coming to our house this morning to check out Ivy.

Now I know she's not 'community services' and she's not actually technically judging me in terms of my competence, but I really didn't do myself any favours. 

Bit of a disturbed night, not too bad, but up a few times and a bit bleary this morning. One of my godsons, Sebastian, arrived early for a play while his mum went into work for a few hours. I was in the shower. Adam's still home, thankfully! Another week!

An hour later, Ad suggests he walks up to our local cafe to get some coffee for us, and thinks he'll take Ivy (cafe owner Judy is already smitten with our little lady.)

So at some point I hear the kids open the front door and an adult voice say: Is your mother home?

I look at my two, it's a cold day in Sydney and they seem to only be wearing their pyjama bottoms. Sebastian at least is dressed. But is carrying a gun. (A gift from my brother for Henry. A Nerf Gun. I keep finding Adam playing with it.) 

The house is a mess and I don't mean that generously. It's a mess. I'm dressed, albeit with excellent bed head and committed ugg boots on. I am so all over this parenting thing. 

Of course the nurse wants to see Ivy. Oops. Call Ad, thank goodness he took his mobile. He retrieves Ivy from Judy and flies back down the hill.

I guess this nurse goes into lots of muddled houses. She did comment that our children seemed very happy (they were marching through the house with drums and maracas at this point.) She surprised me by commenting as she left what a confident mother I was. 

Confident my two half-naked smallies weren't going to catch pneumonia? Confident an additional kid (Sebastian, I mean) actually makes things easier, not harder, 'cause he plays so well with the other two? Confident that coffee happily cures all bleariness?

Oh yes. So confident. 

P.S. Don't know about the kids, but I am happy. Grateful for my family and friends and most of all my gorgeous wee girl, well, healthy, settled.  Very grateful. 

xxx

5 Comments on “Looking good, Vern. (Or not).

Hook and Needle
July 19, 2010 at 10:14 pm

I firmly believe those who let it all go are really the best moms. 🙂 Or if I don’t believe it, I do practice it. Glad to hear everyone is well and happy (even if not entirely confident).

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Sue
July 19, 2010 at 10:18 pm

You are such a love. Vern. You were probably the highlight of her day.

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nest
July 20, 2010 at 9:54 am

‘Sorry, Ivy’s not in at the moment… I sent her out to get some coffee.’ Very funny. Love it. You’ve always been a confident, capable mum. A natural. x

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Heather
July 20, 2010 at 12:53 pm

There are so few blogs that talk about the ‘catastrophies’ of their days! It is so lovely to read one which makes me feel like a normal mum!

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katepickle
July 20, 2010 at 9:10 pm

he he he…

When the Maternal and child health nurse came to visit us the other week I’d made a special effort to have a reasonably tidy house (only let her in one room!) and to have myself and rest of the family dressed and looking like we were coping. All good till she starts talking about SIDs risks and Z says “Oh the baby sleeps in Mummy’s bed and ALWAYS has the covers over his head!” I think she would have believed my rebuttle until M walked in saying “I’m cutting wood with the BIG axe ok Mum?”

Ah yes we take the safety of our children very seriously at the pickle farm! LOL

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