knee’s aint what they used to be…

about three weeks ago MrRooben rolled his ball under our bed and i was mortified when i saw how furry it was when I pushed it back out with the pool cue…so I got down on the floor and had a good look under the bed to see what lurked there. this may be a little disturbing to some but I don’t think the bed had been moved since we changed the room configuration about two years ago…fortunately neither of us has a dust allergy because the dust bunnies under our bed were easter bunny mascot size. oh and there was also a phone charger still plugged in from my old blackberry phone…I have had an iPhone since feb 2011…oh my goodness.

anyhoo so I decided while little boss was taking a nap to move the bed and give it a good hoover – what an excellent way to see just how dirty your carpet is, hoover off the dust bunnies and underneath is pristine off white carpet…lucky I was putting the bed back in the same place. so I remove the mattress, no mean feat considering its a king bed, and then I try to move the bed when two of the legs snap clean off. oops. I have a look to see if there is anyway it can be repaired and not a chance. so I hand the dust bunnies over to the cyclonic power of the dyson and once I have removed the other two non broken legs I put the bed and the mattress back in place and hope that Mr B Badger.com has had a tough day at work so wont notice that our bed is almost on the floor…well the middle of the mattress is on the floor. we don’t discover this until very late into the night when I wake up way too close to my husband. last time we were that close we made little boss. the purpose of having a king size bed is so that you can enjoy the company of someone else in the same bed but far enough away so that you don’t have to touch if you don’t want to. the problem we now have is that there is nothing supporting the centre of the slats under the mattress so there is nothing to stop us from meeting in the middle. this is not the biggest issue we now face…well I say we which really means me or I. see I am still getting around on the same knees that started supporting me at 15 months old…I was too chubby to start any earlier and that may have contributed to why I now have to try to build up some momentum before trying to get myself up from what feels like the deepest sumo squat. oh my poor knees. back in my 20’s sleeping on a mattress on the floor was no biggie but now it’s torture and I am feeling every  one of those years every time I try to bounce out of bed to attend to little boss. lets face it there aint much bounce left in these knee’s.

I guess the most interesting aspect of my broken bed and sore knee’s story is that 20 years ago if I had told someone my knees were sore and had broken my bed it would have elicited the nudge nudge wink wink say no more type of response where now a days if I look like I am not moving that well and when asked I say “oh my knees are a bit sore…I broke my bed” people say…”were you moving it on your own?”….

over 40 and over it…

so I am beginning to understand why old birds like me should have got on the baby band wagon years ago…isn’t hindsight such a wonderful way to help you see the failures in life. almost every person I speak to about our little family and how we will only be having one child due to my years getting closer to menopause and therefore not bearing the freshest of eggs tells me that “oh being over 40 is no barrier to having more kids these days…” are they on crack? it is a major barrier because whether we want to admit it or not over 40 is old to be child-bearing. sure I would like to have a little brother or sister for Kenzi but she may just have to have “cousins” because the way my body feels right now I fear another baby might render me motionless and surviving on a cocktail of painkillers…I have thumbs that lock into place at the most inconvenient time – and I don’t mean when giving the thumbs up – one shoulder-blade that feels as though it is keeping a bag of marbles hostage and a tooth that, minus a filling, makes drinking and eating anything without a straw utter agony. I swallowed the filling yesterday so off I go on friday to get a replacement – woo hoo more money out the door. is it bad of me to say that I miss the banter with my work colleagues? does that make me less of a mum? no I am not asking for your opinion just in case anyone was considering a bit of cyber bullying. these are questions I ask myself. don’t get me wrong when I look at my little jellybean and she looks back at me with a bright smile and a little squeal it brings me more joy than hanging out with work buddies ever could – sorry guys – I just miss the interaction and social contact. especially since the days spent at home seem to fly by in a jiffy and I don’t know where the time goes. best of both worlds would be a workplace with a nanny on staff so you could return to work with your infant – now THAT would be freaking awesome…

post disclaimer – no I am not depressed, yes I am ok, please read this blog as I have written it – tongue in cheek, thank you.