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I’m the gin in the gin-soaked boy

24 October, 2006
Posted in: Family, Twins, Work

I had an excellent day at work the other day. As I drove home, destroying the planet, I listened to this catchy song on the stereo. As far as I was aware, all three of my children were healthy and cheerful (I’m the ghost in the machine). We had a babysitter booked for that evening (I’m the sunset in the east). All was right in the world (I’m the trojan horse in Troy). This, I thought to myself, ecstatically, is having it all (tum, tum, tum, tum te tum, tum). Is it though, enough to make up for the other 364 days of the year (I’m the half-truth in the lie)?

And, I know, I’m one of the lucky ones. I enjoy my job. My colleagues are lovely, my boss is a pleasure to work with and the work is interesting. But in the mornings, Michael is particularly clingy and he clutches on to my clothing howling desperately when I leave (mercifully, Daniel is very phlegmatic). Even to go to the kitchen. My mother used to say, when the Princess was small “she was fine until you came in” and it’s the same with Michael. He’s fine and then he sees me and he starts to cry. It will pass I suppose.

But it’s hard. I hate to sound like Breda O’Brien, but I do think that the Irish government is wrong to try to force single mothers and every other type of mother out to work. It’s hard when you are going out to an interesting, reasonably well paid job; it must be bordering on the impossible, if you are going out to some horrible minimum wage job. Especially, if you have no partner with whom to share the childcare. And, let’s face it, what generally works best with childcare is part-time and, mostly, part-time jobs are neither the most interesting ones nor the ones with the best prospect of promotion. My cynical colleague says “worse, come the economic downturn, they’ll all be told to go home to tend their children, two part-time women is one full-time man”. I’m not sure I entirely share this view but I do believe that this whole dilemma will continue until everyone in society acknowledges that children have two parents, both of whom have responsibilities, and that to accommodate this, it is as normal for men to work part-time as for women. I guess I’ll be waiting a while, then.

Monday night is quiz night

23 October, 2006
Posted in: Mr. Waffle

First, Mastermind. That guy, John Humphreys is dreadful at it. I’m not sure whose idea it was to have a little banter between quizzer and quizee after the specialist and before the general knowledge rounds but it leads to dreadful results. If say, the specialised subject were “Stalin and the gulags”, John Humphreys would probably begin by saying “Stalin, not a nice chap then?”
And then, University Challenge.

Art round

Him: Oh, it’s that guy, geometric shapes, whatchamacallhim.
Me: Albers?
Him: No, no the Garnier logo.
Me: Ah, Mondrian.

The moment you’ve all been waiting for

21 October, 2006
Posted in: Princess, Twins

And then again, possibly not.  Please see the Princess on video admonishing her students in the language of Voltaire.

In other news, as of yesterday, I am no longer breastfeeding.  The boys have tired of beating dry gourds and even Michael has definitively moved to bottle.  No more business trips with the breast pump then.

And finally, I bought wild boar in the supermarket this morning.  Why?  Because it was there.  Do I regret this?  Deeply.  How long does it need to be marinated before it can be eaten?  Five days.  Sigh.

Double standards

20 October, 2006
Posted in: Princess, Twins

What I may not want to hear my children saying when I am old:

She loves it, really.

She’ll have stopped crying 5 minutes after we walk out the door.

It’s good for her socialisation skills; I’m sure it wouldn’t be good for her to be at home all the time.

I like to see her making friends with all those other people; it’s just a pity they all seem to catch each other’s bugs.

The staff are great; you can tell that they really like old people.

I’m glad to see that they haven’t got a television; it’s great that they’re devising games and songs for them instead.
Good God, am I paraphrasing a Cat Steven’s song here?

Not for vegetarians

18 October, 2006
Posted in: Princess

Princess (staring at a glassy eyed fish on a marble slab): That fish is dead.
Me: Yes it is honey.
Her: Bad for the fish.
Me (neutrally): Hmm, I suppose.
Her: But good for us.

Jiminy Cricket, or the Voice of Conscience

16 October, 2006
Posted in: Princess

Late afternoon

Her: Is it Sunday?

Me: Yup, why?

Her: Hell’s bells, we forgot to go to mass.

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