Spring has sprung

and DJ's teeth are springing into place too.
i feel bloody horrable with this whole teething caper. mind you i'm "lucky" according to some (who need to me melly bashed HARD) that DJ is over 12 months. you see DJ got TWO teeth at 6 months. then sweet fuck all until he was 11 months and nother two popped up. since then? three molars (so 12 points there) and two eye teeth, plus what looks like a fourth molar AND the other two eye teeth...AT ONCE. yep. im lucky.

add into this mix of things Vic got vax'd yesterday and has been unsettled. and i got sweet fuck all sleep last night between him, the crap single bed we have (DH is almost 32 so that bed would be nearer to 40) and the cat. i love Bella muss. but sometimes i love my sleep more.

I will how ever now stand up on my soap box and have a good 'ole rant and rave about Vaxing. yes, we do it in this house hold minus one - chicken pox.

this, in victoria is done at 18 months. DJ how ever will *not* be having it after already suffering though it once

I posted on FB after a stupid news report on chicken pox and one boy who had 'died from it' as far as i know yes, it is possable to die from it. just as it is possable to die from a cold sore. the body "attacks' the brain, not the infection and that leads to death. four people per year die of chicken pox. i had two people tell me that i should get vic vax'd against it. aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhNO. my sister seems to think i was after she had it - and i didnt seem to catch it off her - read i was within 10 feet of her the WHOLE time as well as being exposed to the same kids who where contagoius. i cant remember to be honest. one of these bright sparks told me that vic could get married and concract chicken pox and expose his UTD wife. umm, a)he can make the choice to be vax'd against it and b) DJ got it while i was UTD with vic. arugemnt fail? yep. now i can understand measels. and the others. but chicken pox? nope sorry. dont get that one. a 'normal' child hood illness in my books. where they have spent the $$ to come up with this that $$ could have been spent on cancer reserch or something that helps save more then 4 lives a year. i got shitty also about this seeing as i said "its whats right for myself and MY FAMILY" yet that was ignored. also yesterday when vic got jabbed i was asked if i wanted a hooping cough jab. i said no. im not feeling 100% and would rather not have a pointy bit of metal shoved into my arm at this point. only to be told it was "best" because i could catch hooping cough and give it to my kids. - umm how? im a SHAM where i go the kids go. we all get it at once. they dont attend play group *yet*, so expouser is limited. ALSO what friggin' ticked me off was that after vic's needles the women told me "ah mothers always get so up tight about needles" and i said "yep, well this aint his first lot of IM (intrermuscular) needles eather. this would take the tally at a guess up to at least 6. not to mention the hour and 20mins they spent trying to get a long line in, PLUS the GA, ohh and the sedation too" then they crapped on about how my boys where sick so i needed the hooping cough vax. cant friggin' win ay?

Ohh then to top off my LOVELY day yesterday DH went off to work. DJ cracked it (common now) and thats all well and good but vic was also unsettled. so i had two screaming bubs at 6:50pm (ohh you'll understand why i noted the time) i hear a knock at the door - assumption door to door sales man (who the fuck does this in the dark BTW?) i ignore it. repeat another 6 times, louder each time - with kids screaming (you could hear them out side im sure) and i finaly think "maybe its the inlaws" i open the door - lucky for the guy behind it i'd put my boob back in my top. i get the "good evening mam" line and i look the guy dead in the eye and say "Ohh Piss off will you?" and slammed the door. a first for me. normaly im very nice and tell them "no sorry we'll contact you if you want" but last night i skipped the niceitys and went stait to biatch. sorry dude, but you hear my kids crying and screaming and STILL knock at my door? your fail. not mine.
So today im going to hang a sign on the door
"Knock at own risk.
Forget the dog
Moody house wife inside"

or something to that affect. im not feeling like being nice.

now to go and see if the rain will hold off long enough for me to go down the shops with both boys and get some kind of chocolate...