Another rambling post about nothing

I gave myself yesterday off.  Not because I was being good, or needed rewarding or anything noble, merely because it was one of those days where my insomnia finally catches up on me and I spent the whole day sitting down and then falling asleep.  I am like the dormouse in Alice’s teapot.  I was fine as long as I kept moving and people prodded me. The minute I relaxed, it was game over.  The memories of the day read a bit like Kurtz deep in the jungle in Heart of Darkness.  Faces swimming out of the mist while I shudder with horror and people demand things of me in voices I cannot understand.

I do remember shouting quite a lot in the more wakeful moments.  When I am very tired, and being interrupted I tend to be quite fiercely intolerant (not like all the other times when I am merely intolerant), and I did not suffer fools, or anyone else, very gladly for that matter.  I was a bit like Father Jack from Father Ted.  ‘Drink! Feck! Girls!’ etc, shout, rant, moan.

I am feeling rather more balanced today, probably thanks to the catch up on the sleep front.  That and the fact that I don’t have to do another school disco for another three months at the very least.  And the girls have been with UE all day.  He has taken them swimming and to see ‘Where The Wild Things Are.’  I don’t envy him the swimming,  but I quite fancied ‘Where The Wild Things Are.’  I shall have to swear them to secrecy and wait until the DVD comes out at the library.

Oscar and I have been painting this afternoon.  He was given a ceramic dinosaur for his birthday.  It comes with paints and stickers and a device to make it roar. You put it all together, paint it, and voila.  A hideous, noisy, ceramic dinosaur for your viewing pleasure.  He had an absolutely lovely time with it. He painted it one colour, and then he painted over it with another colour, and then another, until it was about four feet thick.  He told me that this was making it ‘multi coloured.’  I did not argue. It is now patchwork in places but largely breen.  Breen, as we have discussed before on these pages, is the colour all paint goes once it has been mixed together long enough.  It is also the colour of the universe. Regardless of what those astronomers tell you.  I know it. 

I had to paint to.  It was a participatory sport.  I have been painting some alphabet pictures which, depending on how well they go will either end up as a present for some friends who are having a baby soon, or in the bin.  I am currently divided on the subject.  Oscar thinks they’re rubbish because I didn’t allow him to help me.  I am so mean.  Apart from fighting off a paint ridden three year old, I found it quite therapeutic.  I am reasonably crap unless I am copying something, and then I’m alright. I’m copying pictures I like out of some of the kids books to make up the alphabet. My two favourites so far are quite a reasonable rendition of Mog from Meg and Mog for ‘C’ and a huge, blue and white floral elephant for ‘E’ which I have copied from Charlie and Lola.  I am up to G and my hand hurts, so I am resting.

Oscar has also spent large parts of the afternoon calling me Annabel.  He likes this name. It is my best name.  He is my father apparently.  He is twenty six and still goes to nursery.  I am sixty eleven, and still go to school. He gets out of nursery every day to pick me up and take me home.  Sometimes he makes me drink poisoned wee out of bottles, but this is o.k. because it makes your sore knees better.  Phew!

As you may have ascertained, Jason is also out.  He went to play poker this afternoon and failed to win me a fortune. Now he has gone to his friend’s house to play Dungeons and Dragons. He never wins a fortune at this either, which makes me even more convinced that it is rubbish.

I am sort of pleased he has gone out.  Once Oscar is in bed I have the house to myself for the evening.  Oscar didn’t want tea and as he hasn’t stopped eating fruit and cereal and yogurt since eight o’clock this morning I don’t feel the need to force him to eat meat and two veg. This means with Jason out I can suit myself later.  This translates as toast and marmite and slices of Panettone with a pint of tea.  Yay me.  I can also luxuriate in the bath until I turn into a prune and sneer at home improvement programmes on the telly until my eyes fall out.

The downside is that I need to write some more of my essay and now is the perfect time. I have no excuses.  None at all, and if I don’t do it, I will be a fool to myself.  I am a fool quite often, so perhaps it is time to be sensible, and bribe myself with the bath afterwards.  We shall see.