You may have noted that there have been a lot of cat related posts this week.
There is a very good reason for this, apart from the fact that I find the cat endlessly amusing.
It is because I do not want to blog about the children, in case I break down into hysterical sobs and try and drown myself in my cereal bowl.
The few days of adjusting to the summer holidays has dragged on rather.
It is not helped by the fact that whatever it is that ails me is sucking the life force out of me. The only reason I am awake now is because I fell asleep for four hours earlier. I was so asleep that even if the house had fallen down round my ears I would not have heard a thing. During the day I do not have the time to be patient. If I am patient I fall asleep in the middle of being patient. I have to be impatient so I can fit everything in.
The children are still alive. This is probably a good thing. Well in legal terms it is. Whether their still being alive is going to help my sanity any I am none too sure.
They are all fed, clean, unbruised and quite jolly as well. As jolly as they can be in between trying to murder each other, and trying to pin the blame for that on anyone else other than themselves.
When I say children I do not include Tilly in this. Tilly is not trying to murder anyone. She is worrying. She is worrying for England, about everything, and anything, and things that you would never possibly think to worry about in a million billion years, even if it were your job to come up with new things to worry about eight hours a day.
It is quite wearing. It is more wearing for her, as she goes about with a vague but perpetual frown wrinkling her forehead at all times. The amount of worrying she is having to fit into an average day is also not helping her ability to remember to do things like get dressed, brush her teeth, or eat regular meals. These are the things she should be worrying about, but she doesn’t have time to fit such mundane worries in when she could be worrying about whether dandelions might be poisonous to earthworms, or if hair grows out of your ears faster than it grows out of your nose, for example.
So I have two trainee murderers and Mrs. Worrywart living with me at the moment.
I can’t say that if I were forced to pick housemates I would choose these personality types. Or short people who don’t want to wipe their own bottoms, or who think it is your sole role in life to trail after them picking up the tidal wave of debris they emit on an almost moment by moment basis.
Still, I volunteered, as my friend cheerfully said to me yesterday when I had to stop Tallulah picking up Oscar by the scruff of his neck and throwing him in a flower bed, and Oscar ran off to find a tree branch to beat her with. Tilly in the meantime was worrying because she had attempted to leap over a flower bed, but had in fact landed in the middle of one and squashed a geranium.
I did volunteer, didn’t I?
I was a fool to myself.
BB reminded me of the volunteering aspect of parenthood every time I complained about the boys. Actually he still does on occasion!
Nearly Monday, presumably you will not be taking the trainee assassins or Ms Worrywart with you to the GP.
PS Perhaps you should have shipped one of the assassins out to me when you had the chance last week
The trainee assassins had to accompany me, but I subdued them with the power of nintendo Ds.
You have my deepest sympathies.
Trapped in a high rise apartment in Seoul with two teenage boys who have not yet made any new friends yet and have nothing to do except torment each other. And the younger one worries about everything, too. He was the first one to figure out how to turn off the central gas line to the cooktop, ‘just in case.,’ and he does it constantly. Very annoying when I’m trying to turn on the burner and can’t figure out why it won’t light.
But at least I am only juggling 2 kids.
Here’s hoping for some useful information from the GP on Monday…
MsCaroline
He might be Tilly’s soul twin. That is the sort of thing she does all the time. Sigh. Poor you.x
Oh I feel your pain Katy, and as you know we have been almost killing each other now since the 30th of June. I might well be sectioned and carried off before school resumes, at least I hope so. I was so tempted to lob a couple of them into the lion enclosure as we drove round the Safari park but I rather like the lions, they’d find a way to torture them too I’m sure so that seemed a tad unfair.
Ayshea
Yes. Don’t punish the lions. But I know exactly what you mean.x
Oh cheezus, I remember those days so well. You have all my sympathy; I have often wondered how mine have survived this long. Keep eating cake and drinking coffee and try to screen out the racket – it is rare for children to actually kill or seriously maim their siblings so they are sure to be alright. Despite my two being 19 and 17 and not even having to see each other during term time as Lenin is at uni, they still managed to fall back into constant-bicker-mode the second she stepped back through the door. Fortunately however, Attila was doing work experience last week and I drove her and posh boy to Gatwick at the crack of dawn yesterday and shoved them out at the south terminal. They will be in Denmark for two and half blissfully peaceful weeks (for me I mean), returning only 3 days before we head off to Krakow for the niece’s wedding. So Lenin is an only child at present. When we get back from Krakow, Lenin is off to the USA for two weeks, so Attila will get to be an only child as well. And she’ll be back at school by the time Lenin comes home. Serendipity I know, but I could hardly have planned it better. (I am not thinking about how evil they will be together in Krakow, I will rely on family members to dilute it).
Alienne
That is serendipitous timing isn’t it?x