I think I will just ramble on a bit I suppose. |
Lord knows how long I have but I'm sure it's not very long. That's the thing about being the parent of a four year old. You are always trying to grab a few minutes to do something for yourself but I'm already being interrupted to admire the dog who has been dressed up in a gilet belonging to little brother. I have always wanted to be a writer but the main thing that puzzles me is how people find the time. I have to work of course which takes up ten hours a day and then there's housework...so very much of it and then, of course, the children. I constantly feel l guilty because I spend so little time with them, but when in their company can only see the housework that needs doing. Most of what I euphemistically call housework just to make myself feel better is just picking up and tidying up and putting away. Small people are so messy!!!!! I actually got to do a spot of creative writing for the first time in years the other day when I was supervising an exam. It was very exciting. Mostly I just start things I don't finish, which may happen again with this, of course. A break there while I was presented with an imaginary present of some birds, bird food and a bird mirror. Apparently it's my birdday. This is due to a misunderstanding when the princess was talking to another child yesterday who insisted that in her family they all had birddays. The princess, unaware that this was just a manifestation of a strong Dublin accent, was most impressed and demanded to know why we did not celebrate birddays. My pathetic attempt to conflate birddays and birthdays was rejected out of hand as typical adult cynicism. The princess is now silently condemning my selfish attitude by relentlessly celebrating birddays. I will soon have to stop as the princess has decided hat she will sit on my knee for the rest of the session. She is well aware that it makes typing difficult but does not care. |