It's been a shift week.
Courtney, our new Garde a Domicile started this week. Suddenly, where there was no time there is a little time; where there was a 'To Do' list, there's a ... slightly shorter 'To Do' list. And where there was tiredness... well, there's tiredness - but give me time, give me time...
So the boys are played with during the day four times a week, giving me time to actually notice that Evie is THERE, time to cook, and time to write. It's going to take a few weeks, but I think the tangled mess of my life may just be unravelled a little with the space that having a little help affords.
I also reckon Timmy thinks he has a girlfriend. And, if that's the case, Joe wants to steal Timmy's girlfriend.
In short, the boys LOVE her, and are so happy; and the little bit of space we now have to work, cook and clean properly in the first time in four and a half years means that when we spend time together as a family, it's more relaxed and enjoyable for all of us.
I've realised that it's time to 'move on' from the "blaming my parents" mindset I've had over the last few years. Mum and dad are human, are flawed and did the best job they could. And in an era in which people didn't realise so much the impact home life could have on a developing child. So, enough retrospection - moving forward.
I QUIT my admin job. Which means I'm putting all my eggs in my writing basket and taking a punt on myself. Time to write that novel, time to really make a go of the writing malarkey...
Bowel movements. Look, this is a blog about family life. If you think you're not going to have to read about POO from time to time, you're in the wrong place.
I realised that by about 9am this morning, I had already (1) found an enormous poo in a nappy (par for the course); (2) discovered an enormous turd lying on the garden path sunning itself in the early morning rays (still warm when picked up with a tissue) (3) been handed a poo by Timmy who (obviously having seen me pick up Joe's poo with a tissue thinks this is now the 'right thing to do') had come and asked for a bit of kitchen roll, disappeared and proudly handed me a wrapped "gift" a couple of minutes later. Three poos flushed, three bums wiped before the second cup of tea of the day.
I've made a pledge to myself never, NEVER to write anything that hurts anyone, after someone I know was vilified in an article written by someone she thought she could trust. I love writing, I love getting work. If I have an opinion and it happens to be controversial, then so be it. But I'm not going to jump on the bandwagon of shouting the loudest in the pursuit of fame and publication at any cost - and in my own small way, I hope that I can make the world a teeny weeny bit better by writing, not worse.
So, yes, I admit it - I'm a little shifty this week.
But then you already knew that...