fab new book arrived yesterday courtesy of amazon.  it’s the one called unconditional parenting.  i really love it, been meaning to read it for ages then some mumsnetter or other mentioned it and i remembered about it.  did i say i love it?

he won’t read it of course.  he doesn’t read.  just like his dad.  i mean, he CAN read of course, just doesn’t enjoy the whole absorption in a book, learning a new idea, discovering new ways of doing things..THING.  can you tell it pisses me off?  it’s the ‘never did me any harm’ way of the world.  grrr.

well, i read him little bits of it anyway.  he hmmed and ummed a bit but that was about it.  i think it’s the way i want go.  although i don’t agree with the bit about potty training.  we did sweeties for wee wees here and it worked a treat, yes literaly.  so i ignored that bit.  but i like the other bit.  mainly the stuff about seeing things through the child’s eye.  i try to do this anyway, but it was great to read a full theory behind it. 

i’ve never been one of these ‘don’t do that you’ll get dirty,’ ‘don’t run you’ll fall’ type mums.  and i know he hates it when i say things are no big deal.  i mean, she wants to eat on the sofa because we do.  it’s no good us eating toast on the sofa and demanding she sits at her table to eat hers.  makes no sense.  he now doesn’t demand it.  i’ve pointed out it’s only a hassle to us if she makes a mess, and even then you can lean it up with a baby wipe.  no big deal.  choose your battles i say.

right, we’re trying for baby no.2

m will be two next month so the time feels right.

potty trained her last month, which for me was important to get out the wau before thinking about the new baby.  no way would i have wanted to be big fat pregnant while wrestling with potty business.

thankfully there was no wrestling anyway, m cliked with the potty in a weekend.  even managed a trip 2 hours up to grandma’s with no accidents the following week.  yeh yeh, brag brag.

anyway, back to the case in point.  how the chuff are we going to make a baby when we barely see each other huh??  i’m now working 5 nights instead of 4.  i get home about midnight by which time he’s snoring away.  the other nights i’m so glad to be off work i’m just delighted to get in bed for a half decent hour and get some sleep.  well, that’s not strictly true..  if i’m off work i find my engine kicks in around 10.30pm, just as he goes to bed.  i always think, be sensible ruddy, get to bed.  but no, i end up watching crap on ‘E!’ about american celebs i’ve never heard of.  kimora lee simmons anyone??  the kardashians??  a load of shite, yes, but very relaxing for a tired head.

sigh.  we should be making babies right now.  instead i’m on here, he’s watching some dreadful thing on tv about the new gladiator series, and m is fast asleep upstairs.  whaddya mean we need a break from the old routine??