You’d
better write something, I told myself.
It’s been weeks and you’ll forget how to.
But what could I write about? Once upon a time I was able to pluck
something out of thin air and make a kind of blog post out of it. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it kind of
worked.
It’s been a quiet few months in a very
busy way. So I could write about that, I
suppose.
You know, fill the page with
crap about school runs, dinners, homework (does anyone else let their kids do
theirs in the back of the car on the way home from school?) how I’ve been
watching my pennies by shopping in Lidl and thinking about buying tins of sweets
in preparation for Christmas, decorating the house for Halloween, carving
pumpkins, making lemon drizzle cake and granola for breakfast (yum!) and how
the kids (and me!) are dying for the mid-term which is
tomorrow.
Which means dress up in school. I could mention how two of the boys want to
wear a simple black t-shirt with a glow in the dark Halloween picture on it and
one boy wants to be a devil. The
smallest wants to be spider man. No, wait. Batman! No, wait.
SpongeBob! No, wait. Spiderman! No, wait! Nothing at all. He doesn’t want to dress up. But wait! Definitely, definitely Spiderman. With face paint!
I could write about chests that rattle
and A&E. And how it got him out of
swimming two days later. I could write
about how bloody cold the swimming pool is at this time of year. I am talking lethal. I know. I’ve been there. In the water.
Shivering. With other people from
out of town asking me about the temperature when apparently the water
temperature itself does not change from one end of the year to the other it is
the pool side temperature that is to blame.
I could write about that.
Maybe I’ll do a few lines about how I
am still delighted with my three hours each morning and how I spend way too much
time in my hallway going wheee after
the school run. Except I don’t. I come straight home, go wheee and then take the dog for a run. 4
sometimes 5 mornings a week and loving every single step. I could casually mention that I have also
given up chocolate and crisps and cakes and biscuits and obvious sugary junk
foods but that sounds a bit self-righteous and boring so I won’t. Guess what I found out? If you don’t keep your junk food in the press
that you open 47 times a day, you don’t
eat the junk food! True story!
The car door wouldn’t close at the
school gate one day. Do people want to
hear about that? We have slidey doors
and the back one got all huffy and refused to shut. Couldn’t be moved. Eventually a nice daddy heaved it shut for
me and we went on our way. I have
contemplated leaving it the way it is but I reckon having four boys swinging
out of it up to 15 times a day could make it a more expensive repair in the
long run.
Would you like to hear about how the
kids continue to murder each other? I
think we might have a resident robin in the garden. I’ve seen him a few
times. Would updated Christmas letters again be of interest even though I have
told them to stop changing things around?
The dog needs her winter boosters and I’m still trying to take her in to
get them. We’ve returned to the library and oldest boy is literally inhaling
books. The others are enjoying the DS
games, audio books and DVD sections.
See? Nothing to write about. I’ll go off and dry my hair instead. Maybe bring a cup of coffee with me. Or a beer.
Maybe a beer.