So much has transpired since my last blog. It’s that fantastic season where so many things do happen. Most of the year I don’t do anything! This weekend I have managed to cram in works drinks and dinner, a trip to London to see lovely Jeni and visit St. Paul’s and a day out to Hever Castle!
Really there should be a ‘Other People’s Children Part II’ (this time it’s personal) Because it was personal. To sum it up very quickly . . . Youngest Child did not go to school on the Monday and so Oldest Child and I could not go into Brighton in the evening to enjoy the delights of the pier. Oldest Child did not go to college on the Friday and so, really, was also in trouble. As much as any one else’s kid can be in trouble with someone who is not its parent (or legal guardian) and has no authority. Where is that line? Anyone know? It is a tangled web.
Anyway, on the last day of child sitting my mother came to see me – the children were left alone on their last night and seemed ok. They went to school the following morning and I cleaned house and left to take my mother to the airport thinking all was well. That evening, alone at home with a bottle of wine (such a relief after a week of no alone time and no drinking) their mother (not mine) rings me in tears explaining that thy have attacked one another and that blood has been drawn. Youngest Child tried to kick Oldest Child down the stairs and Oldest Child responded by kicking her in the face (accidently) and splitting her lip.
Shocked was I. Although it does beg the question . . . what the hell did I do to them?
Since then it seems that things have settled down and all the Christmas decorations are up and the maybe-we’ll-all-make-it-through-this-without-killing-each-other smiles are firmly in place. Ahhh, families at Christmas! Not that I’ll see mine this year so it will be an interesting experiment in other people’s families at Christmas!
Then there should probably be a ‘My Boyfriend Is Moving to the Middle East’ update. He is not. He did not get that job. And, although I have always known myself to be emotionally imbalanced, I did feel genuine regret/sadness for him and think that given that this is the millionth knock back that he’s doing very well. We had a lovely weekend together so my opinion is slightly weighted at the moment.
I would like to mention at this point that it is my Christmas party next week and that even if there are stacks of glamorous helium balloons this year that I have no one to drunkenly bring them home to. And that it still feels like not so long ago that we went to France and that actually it’s a whole year. Those lovely Kays catalogue shots . . . whatever did become of them?
I have a meeting in London this afternoon and then hopefully I’ll get home early enough to clean the bathroom and the kitchen and force myself to the gym. Although going to the gym is not working out well for me at the moment. I just can’t motivate my arse off the sofa. And it’s becoming a sizable arse these days! One of G’s friends has been quoted as saying “Hasn’t she filled out?” Need I say more?!
Loving you long time. Wishing I hadn’t left my car parked on the park – bloody traffic wardens (and Australian towing people) should all be shot. Hoping you find the Christmas spirit soon. Missing you like hell. x
