Motion Ternamul

EDIT: Just found out another one of my mates has died. What the fuck am I moaning about below?!



Needed to get the boys their first passports so decided to sort it today.

Unfortunately for me, today coincided with being right after last night, and that coincided with being at the end of last week. All these things have coincided with Lloyd giving us around about zero sleep. I'm starting to really struggle during the day at work. Can't concentrate and making mistakes. Genuinely worried folk will tell me to fuck off and find another job.

So, as it's gotten so bad of late, things had to change. No more mum & dads bed for Lloydie. This should have happened a long time ago but the technicalities of making sure two babies are both sleeping at the same time make parenting really quite Rubix Cubey.

So, nae sneaking in to our bed for the second wee-est. This meant no sleeping for me. But, as I said to Kate, I much prefer committing to doing that, than being kicked and punched all night and at the same time worrying about squashing the wee fecker. At least this way I know I'm doing something constructive and leading up to freedom from it all.

It went pretty much as expected. Kate got up about 4 times, then I got up about 6 times. Settled him back down each time. Waited til he was settled, with my hand gently on his chest then, went back to bed myself.

As a result, I've been shattered since about lunchtime.

But, I seemed to be in fine enough fettle, probably due to feeling like we were doing the right thing and making progress, that I could, along with Kate and the Boybags, get the passport things sorted and sent off on a pishy dreich Scottish Saturday.

This consisted of;

1. Kate makes babies breakfast whilst I fill in the passport forms.
2. I go down the stair and get Ginnie to sign off as a witness on the form.
3. All 4 of us go to Kodak Express at Motion Ternamul to get auth'd passport photos.
4. I go back up to the stair to get Ginnie to sign the photos. Kate goes to the postoffice to be there in case they need to see the Mum as we still live in a funny society where dads aren't quite yet valued at the same level as mum's for some reason.
5. Go to postoffice, meet Kate, do the check & send. Go home.

Phew.

Hopefully that's that sorted.