Inspired Just a Little
It’s 10.30am, the kids are in school, I am alone with a keyboard and a cup of tea. Dangerous territory. Should I abandon the keyboard and do another load of washing, should I scrape the crumbs from the breakfast table and go empty the bin? Hell no. I’m going to sit here and write. I’ll do that stuff later when the blood has stopped pumping through my veins.
I’ve been reading ‘Sirens’ which is the book that inspired the TV series if any of you have seen it. It was originally a blog and it is written as such in the book, with all the visceral passion, humour and heartbreak plain to see. The writer is an ambulance driver in London and documents his daily life with all the blood, sweat and tears – all the laughs, the sad bits, the funny bits and the thoughtful bits. Love it, love it, love it! It has reminded me of the power of blogging. You see someone else’s life, feel what they’re feeling and look through a window into their world for a while. I’ll tell you something for nothing, I’m no ambulance driver, I don’t deal with life and death on a daily basis and I don’t fart carelessly in the face of HIV and heart attacks, but goddamit, I have my own world which is worth writing about.
I’m inspired to write again just for today at least. I want my own housewifey mini dramas and sick bug traumas recorded and written down and stamped on paper. Just because. I will record these days, I will keep up with diarising everything, I will bear my soul for you to laugh at and sympathise with. (I hope!). I can’t even hope to write as well as that author or be as exciting as him but fekkit, I can write with passion. So here you go, a heartfelt promise that I’ll keep up with this blog of mine. I do hope you’ll stay with me for the journey.
I don’t have an ambulance, but I do have these legs of mine to carry me from place to place, and today I’ll be using them a lot I suspect. Both kids have gone into school, one with belly ache and the other with a dodgy tummy. Sausage has a spare pair of pants with him due to an unfortunate incident that must have nearly gassed his classmates yesterday and Darlek has had a lot of hugs and some Calpol to keep her going. I’m sat here waiting for the phone to ring, I’m fairly sure I’ll have to amble down the road to pick one or the other of them up some time soon.
‘Mrs Wilkinson, your son smells very bad and we don’t want to go near him. Please pick him up, we’ve left him in the playground and have closed all the windows and doors so the smell can’t get back in. Thank you.’
I’m expecting a message that goes something along those lines anyway. Yesterday I had to go and pick him up early, along with a plastic bag full of soiled clothes, poor love. He’s not had an accident for months now, his tummy must have been so upset. Horace drove me up the road to get him, the journey back involved me literally hanging the plastic bag outside of the car window, hooked on an index finger. I swear if I’d have carried it in the car it would have knocked us unconscious within 2 minutes.
Darlek was in tears on the school run this morning, so we walked holding hands most of the way. I didn’t want to take her in, but it’s only week 3 back in the old routine and after last year I want to make sure her attendance is as good as it can be. She got very good at ‘being poorly’ last year and I had the fleece pulled over my eyes more times than I care to mention, so I’m being more assertive this year.
‘Can you walk? Well, off to school you go!’
I felt like a complete bitch. At least the teacher knows that if Darlek feels any worse she can come home. Honestly if that phone rings, I shall pounce on it!
OK, so I said I was inspired to write. I’m also inspired to have a cleaner, tidier home. Now I’ve done my ‘ I’m a mum, I SHALL write about the sh*ts and the giggles. Hear me ROAR!’ thing’………I really should go do something vaguely useful.
On with the crumbs and the dishwasher! I might rattle the cutlery in the dishwasher a little, in a tuneful, rattly kind of manner to make the whole experience more interesting. I’m not being sarcastic, would I do a thing like that?