Please put together the following elements and write a description of my day because I am too tired to do so: Michael is sick, the Princess has abandoned her afternoon napping for good (insert weeping and gnashing of teeth here please), it rained most of the day, November 11 is a bank holiday for armistice so absolutely everything was closed except the video shop which didn’t turn out to be as much of a mercy as you might think since I chose to take out Mary Poppins for which the Princess is a little too young and which is very, very long. Indirectly, however, this provided the only entertainment of the day. The Princess picked up a pink (think moth to a flame) flyer in the video shop. On closer inspection this is advertising “the greatest Belgian lesbian party ever”. Belgium is the home of the European Union and the English favoured by this august institution tends to flavour that of the locals so the party is further escribed as being “in the framework of the loveball”. Indeed.
Today also afforded me an opportunity to reflect anew on how children seek to diminish any romance or mystery you might previously have enjoyed in your marriage. For me, one of the great things about working is going to the toilet alone. At home, the Princess likes to keep me company; this morning, having warned me not to put too much paper down the toilet in case I blocked it, she ran out of the bathroom to her father shouting an information bulletin “Papa, Papa, Mama a fait pipi et caca”.
Separating mother of one who is surprisingly upbeat given the heartache and logistical nightmare of being a single working mother trying to deal like a grown-up with an ex-husband when all she really wants to do is scream. Or I may be overinterpreting here about the screaming bit. I do admire people who can keep so many balls in the air and manage to start over. Amazing. I also like the way that her posts are true.
Yet different. Because you can’t have too much Beth. Welcome to the friendliest place on the internet. Really. Also, the best advice on the internet (if that’s not a compliment, it was meant to be but I appreciate that the competition is not exactly keen).
Just thought I’d say hi as I’m trying to visit and comment on as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can. 🙂
I share your feeling about using the facilities alone; my dog has this tendency to make her way into there (the door doesn’t always latch solidly). It probably is a redeeming factor that the dog can’t speak…
Hey, so I was in a hurry and I didn’t mouse over that link so didn’t realize it was to me until it showed up in my (obsessive, egomaniacal) technorati search for myself that I get automatically via RSS. Anyway, thanks again. 🙂