{"id":6847,"date":"2012-11-27T23:23:50","date_gmt":"2012-11-27T23:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/?p=6847"},"modified":"2012-11-28T00:47:53","modified_gmt":"2012-11-28T00:47:53","slug":"slooooow-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/2012\/11\/slooooow-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Slooooow Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

If there’s one thing I worry about with regards to having a kid at my ‘advanced maternal age<\/a>‘, it’s not being able to deal with the sleep-deprivation as well as in my younger years. \u00a0Heck, I do really badly already, and the kid’s not even here!<\/p>\n

Why so sleep-deprived already? \u00a0Well, I woke up from a nasty dream at 05:30 this morning (some naughty kid from the neighborhood wearing a face-covering headdress came up to my open bedroom window, thing threw a ‘homemade firework’\/’small pipebomb’ into my bedroom as I was screaming no, and then I woke up) and was only just managing to fall asleep when it was time to rouse Anna for school.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, Bjarki slept until 9 am (meaning he slept for 13 hours straight!) and after breakfast I crawled back into bed. \u00a0We played there for some time, before Bjarki kindly allowed me to nap for a bit. \u00a0We were up for realz at 11 am, and out of the house around 11:30 to go eat lunch at Lifandi Marka\u00f0ur:<\/p>\n

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Bjarki really enjoyed the broccoli soup, but was much less enthusiastic about the (not very sweet) bread, and salad bar items. He did nibble on a few of my chicken and rice bits, but his appetite appeared pretty low still.<\/p><\/div>\n

After lunch, I made a quick pit stop at the fish-shop before confronting PELVIC ENEMY #1, aka The Shopping Cart. \u00a0Yes, I think I’ve found my main enemy, and it lives in the grocery store. \u00a0The lateral push and pull to get the darn cart to go where one wants it to go is just about the worst thing for my pelvis ever, and I’m seriously starting to consider looking for home-deliveries of essentials. \u00a0To add insult to injury, Bjarki insisted on the ‘race-car cart’ which simply does not go straight, and I end up pushing it on the side, or dragging it. \u00a0Its only saving grace is that the basket is high up, which minimized bending.<\/p>\n

Anyway, we slowly ambled through the supermarket, before heading home. \u00a0Food was slowly put away, before Bjarki and I went upstairs to slowly put the labels on his toy boxes. \u00a0After finishing that I’m starting to think that the number of toy boxes is totally overwhelming, and that I should make a few of them disappear. \u00a0We’ll see.<\/p>\n

As I was about to lose my last marbles to the endless chatter, salvation appeared at 4 pm in the form of a boy who lives in the street. \u00a0The boys played for about an hour, until it was time for me to head to preggers gym class, while mom and Bjarni babysat. \u00a0I suspect PELVIC ENEMY #2 is walking on icy surfaces, which is annoying because everything is frozen these days, especially parking lots!<\/p>\n

I came home feeling much perkier, and we all had dinner. \u00a0Then it was on to the usual post-dinner routine, while managing a slightly hyper Anna. \u00a0She tends to get hyper when she’s stressed (wonder where she got that from… hehe) and dad disappearing is stressful. \u00a0Our visitors stayed long into the evening, with Bjarni doing math revision and I attempting to find out why his desktop computer smelled of burning rubber. \u00a0I was not successful.<\/p>\n

Overall a considerable amount of stuff got done today, but I’ll be very happy to ship Bjarki off to daycare tomorrow (assuming the cold he’s picked up from me won’t result in a fever) for a bit of rest and relaxation and SLEEP!<\/p>\n

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If there’s one thing I worry about with regards to having a kid at my ‘advanced maternal age‘, it’s not being able to deal with the sleep-deprivation as well as in my younger years. \u00a0Heck, I do really badly already, and the kid’s not even here! Why so sleep-deprived already? \u00a0Well, I woke up fromRead more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6847","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","post-container col-md-12"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6847","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6847"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6847\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6851,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6847\/revisions\/6851"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6847"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6847"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6847"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}