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It’s been over a month since I posted. I would like to think I have had great intentions of getting a post up but great intentions do not open the laptop and start typing on their own. Life at casa Mudpuddles has been hectic.

  • Sgt has officially left the Unit That Sends Him To Places That “Officially” Don’t Exsist and is now in a full time french program. His hours are fantastic, weekends free and he is learning to say dirty things to me in a new language.
  • I was offered a new position at work in August. Full time floor support and escalations for our client. The hours are late and long, the pay, no so great and I spend the better part of my day speaking with, or calling back angry customers. I love it.
  •  7 of our 16 lambs have been invited to spend some time with our local butcher. The should be returning next week wrapped in neat packages bearing lables  that say things like “Chops”.
  • I celebrated the 10th aniversary of my 29th birthday.
  • Last week I was asked to teach our next training class. If I agreed it meant I would be working late nights, long hours and weekends. The pay sucks too. I said yes.
  • I got together with a girlfriend I had not seen in 8 years. We met up in a local coffee shop and spent the night talking, laughing, crying. It was the best night out I have had in a long time and made me realize how much I missed my partner in crime. I am making plans to fly out to Halifax for a weekend once the training class is finished.
  • I have given up on Twitter.
  • I have approximately 1,297,473 posts to read in my Bloglines.
  • Operation Potty has begun. 

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Send In The Troops

It has been 19 years, 5 tours of duty, countless courses and field time and I always feel the same butterflies in my stomache when Sgt is about to return home. It is the same feeling I would get when we first started dating and I knew he was on his way to pick me up. I start a project but my mind quickly goes to something else and I find myself leaving a half cleaned rec room to start rearranging kitchen cupboards. I can not focus on one thing for any length of time and as a result it looks like my house has been burgled by very messy, very dirty thieves.

Let’s start with the bedroom. I have several large piles of my clothing on the floor and on Sgts side of the bed. Some are to be taken to the local thrift store for donation. Some are winter items that haven’t been stored yet. Some are clean and I haven’t put them away. And some are my maternity clothes that I am just not able to part with at this time. (But that’s a post for another day … or a session for me and my therapist.)

The laundry has piled up and I am afraid it will topple over and smother one of the children.

The kitchen still has last nights supper dishes sitting on the counter. Rice has yet to be swept up from underneath the highchair. The floor is beyond sticky.

The livingroom looks like Fisher Price stopped by after a night of kegging and threw up all over the floor.

I won’t dare set foot in Will and Charlie’s rooms without HAZMAT gear and a stick to beat off any creatures that may lunge out from under their beds. Teenage boys are gross.

We had a small flood in our storage room in March and everything that was taken out has to be put back with some sense of order.

The only rooms that do not need any cleaning or reorganizing are the bathroom (only because I have OCD when it comes to a clean bathroom) and Henry’s room.

This is my last day as a single parent due to deployment. Sgt is scheduled to return tomorrow night, around 7 o’clock and it may just take a small army to get this house ready for his return.

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I’m not asleep … but that doesn’t mean I’m awake.

Every night I have sat down at the keyboard ready to put up a post. Several are saved as drafts right now and I am sure one day they will see the light of day however Henry is going through a bit of a sleep regression.

It started a few weeks ago when he had a terrible cold causing awful congestion. Because snotty noses and sleeping toddlers are not the best combination I spent the better part of a week getting up every two hours. Usually Sgt and I take turns with this sort of thing but when your tag team partner is over 10,000 kms away it makes that sort of thing pretty much impossible.

Last week while having a bath Henry slipped and bumped his chin off the side of the tub, biting his tongue in the process. After getting him calmed down and taking a better look I saw that it wasn’t just a little nip, he had taken a chunk out of the side of his little tongue. That night was hell for both of us with him up every 30 minutes because it hurt to have a pacifier* in his mouth. The only way he would get some sleep was in my arms cuddled up. Desperate to get some sleep I did something Sgt and I had not done before, I brought him into bed** with me.

That night we both got to sleep but the consequences of that night have come back to bite me in the ass. Henry is now getting up around 2am expecting to come into bed with me and becomes inconsolable if he is left on his own to get back to sleep. Most nights it takes a short cuddle in the rocking chair with me to get him settled and back in his own bed but there have been a couple of nights when I am so tired that I have tucked him in with me once again. I know I am the root of this vicious merry-go-round but when you are stumbling about your day because of sleep deprivation you will do whatever it takes to get some shuteye.

Last night was our worst night so far. I made a firm decision that there would be no more coming into my bed and Henry would fall back to sleep in his own bed without cuddling in with me in the rocking chair.

How did that work out for us you ask? Between 12:00 and 2:30 am I was either going into his room to lay him down, find his pacifier or listening to him shout “Mummy” while sobbing. Let me just say I am taking a personal day from work today.

I have tried The No Cry Sleep Solution, I have tried CIO. Now I am at a loss as to what to do next. Internets if you have experienced this and have any assvice please, please, PLEASE let me know.

My fuzzy brain is counting on you.

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*I know some people will not agree that a 22 month old should have a paci but it works for us.
**Some swear by co-sleeping, it’s not for us.