Hanging on in there!
Just a really quick blog to say I’m still here, still hanging on by my fingertips. Apologies for the lack of blogs, I’ve just had a funny old couple of weeks and it’s affected my writing ‘mojo’ or whatever the word is.
But, I’m not beaten yet, and feel better by the day.
There are a couple of instances I’ve felt I must record before they slip from my memory. So I’ll chuck them on here for prosperity. Firstly my youngest has been practising bending the truth, he’s not very good at it if I’m being honest. I found him in the bathroom staring intently at the mirror the other day, with one of his eyes highlighted in a very vivid bright purple colour – imagine a purple panda and you’ve got the image right there.
I looked at him quizzically and said ‘What have you got on your eye?’ and he replied with a completely straight face – ‘Not your make-up!’ My lilac eye shadow is knackered beyond belief……
He also weed on my computer chair, on purpose which was the annoying thing. I’d been asking him to go and get his pyjamas on and he refused and tantrummed. A while later he ambled into my computer room and then ambled back with a strange look in his eye. Curious, I went in to check what he’d been up to, and sat on my chair only to stand up very suddenly and yell ‘Ew!’ You’ve heard of water beds? Well, I had a water chair. In exactly the same manner as before I asked him ‘What’s on my chair?’ and he replied in exactly the same manner, ‘Not wee!’ I am in potty training hell.
My daughter is in the throes of getting to grips with social groups which has confused me greatly these last few weeks too. Here is a typical example of a conversation I’ve had with Darlek recently:
Darlek: ‘Rachel’s not being nice to me, because she’s friends with Sarah, and Sarah likes me and wants to play with me, but Rachel doesn’t want her to play with me. And…(pause for breath) Poppy says I should play with Rachel too, so that she won’t get upset when I play with Sarah, and then Poppy could join in. But Poppy doesn’t like playing barbies and neither do I, but Sarah does so I try and play that game, but Rachel thinks that it’s babyish and ……..’
….and so it goes! I’ve spent many a school run completely baffled and bewildered by the complexity of it all. It’s rather like an episode of Coronation Street except with little squeaky people in school uniforms. Obviously there’s no Rovers Return bar brawls, but there’s a fair amount of bickering over who has the most Squinkies to make up for that. It’s all a huge drama for Darlek, and from what I remember of primary school, it does all feel very important at the time so I smile and nod and try my level best to look like I understand what on earth is going on in that playground. As long as she’s not getting bullied, or bullying anyone else I’m ok with it.
So there it is, a little bit about how the kids are faring. As for me, I’m fighting tooth and nail to get back on form. Today that awful feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach wasn’t as bad as it has been, and I noticed how beautiful the clouds were as they drifted over the rooftops – so I must be looking up I reckon.