1. A Way
2. Away
3. Waylaid
Bleeding hell. Six weeks away from the Blog. 3000 comments to clear out of the moderation queue. What can I tell you? Nanna’s health suddenly went. The Man was away on Business Trips. The Office went into warp drive…. From a world where I always had half an hour at the end of the day to tap away recording my life and thoughts, suddenly it was always midnight and I was still washing up. Being positive. Wonder Nanny wanted more work, but Son 1 aged 6y 8m and Son 2 aged 3y 9m are a bit bigger, so I don’t know that we need extra days any more. But Nanna needs more help. And Wonder Nanny has a background in Eldercare. So. Softly softly. Tiptoe tiptoe. We shall see if they suit each other. But Wonder Nanny is so saintly they will name grottos after her, so I am hopeful we may have found a way.
The Man came back today after a week Abroad, which coincided with The Office’s biggest Trade Show of the year. And various visits to friends’ houses, and parties, and sleepovers. Son 1 and Son 2 have had late night after late night. They are psychotic with tiredness, and so am I. They won a small shipment of replica guns on Hook A Duck, and Son 2 shot the back of the telly. I don’t think it was necessarily the soft plastic dart that did the damage, as much as his clambering down among the wires, fluff and dust to retrieve his ammo. He knocked the ariel lead out and we haven’t had telly for days. Forget bloody waterboarding, stick the suspects in a Good Home with little telly addicts screaming for a fix.
So Son 2 and I didn’t go out today. He played pirates with the old faithful Peter Pan pirate ship. And we watched three Wiggles DVDs back to back – we can play films, but not watch TV. The Wednesday Mums came round. “Chatter chatter chatter,” said Son 2. ”I don’t like it when they come round ‘cos I don’t get any attention.” We tried to listen to something on the radio. Son 2 crooned and hollered at the top of his voice, and stopped when I cuddled him in his high chair. We all zoomed off on our various school runs. Back home, The Man’s van was parked on The Terrace. I stopped at the other end to let out Car Share Boy, and Son 1and Son 2 got out and ran up towards The House while I hunted for a space.
