D is now 4 weeks into senior school and it's been quite a culture shock for both of us. I'm still petrified that he'll get lost going from one class to another, or run over on the way home, or he'll lose his lunch money and starve or any number of other unlikely things. D is still surprised that he has homework every night, and that much against his will he appears to be learning stuff completely unrelated to the television. Of course, all parents understand that children will never admit to learning anything; in fact you will be lucky if you get more than a "dunno" when you ask them what they've done that day. As a result, I was incredibly excited when D started to tell me about his science class without any form of arm twisting or torture...In addition I have unfortunately realised that mentally I'm still the same age as D, and I really ought to be supervised. Picture this conversation while I was making dinner the other night...
Me: D, will you go and fetch my cardigan from upstairs?
D: Where is it?
Me: In my bedroom
D: Where?
Me: On the chair (sighing and wondering if I should just fetch it myself)
D: What do you need it for?
Me: Because I'm cold (and why can't you just do what I ask)
D: Do you have to have your cardigan?
Me: Yes please (am I still in charge here? has there been a revolution? a mutiny?)
D: Only you've got the kitchen foil there and in science we learned that tin foil will keep the heat in and
it acts sort of like an insulator
Me: And? (where is my cardigan?)
D: So you could get warm again if you made yourself a cardigan out of tin foil, and then I wouldn't need to
go and fetch the other one...
Me: Oh! I see! Now go and fetch my cardigan!
That's a fairly standard conversation in our house if I'm honest. But the really worrying thing is that I spent a good long time eyeing up that tin foil, and I honestly haven't come up with one good reason why I couldn't try making a cardigan out of tin foil, just to see how it works.
And this is only 4 weeks in - just think what I'll be making by the end of term!
Monday, 5 October 2009
Friday, 2 October 2009
Confessions of a Bad Blogger
I have a confession to make.
I have been a woefully bad blogger. My Google Reader confirms to me that some of you are writing approximately 7 posts per hour, and I've barely written 1 a week. It's dreadful. It's not that I haven't been here before either - I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to be witty and entertaining, humourous and self-deprecating, charming and welcoming. Instead, I'm sitting here glaring at the laptop, whilst it taunts me for not writing something.
In my defence, I've not felt very well this week, but that's not really going to cut it, now is it? Some of you have 7 children, 3 jobs and decorate your houses once every 3 days, and I can't imagine you're going to have any sympathy with that. It's not even as if I've run out of ideas, I'm constantly thinking about things I'm going to write about. But you know what it's like when you haven't done your home work, and you get more and more frightened to look at your book, because if you don't think about it, it's not real? That's what this has been like for the past 2 weeks.
But I've decided just to write something, anything, and then we can all start again, and pretend that I haven't been a woefully bad blogger. In fact, on a positive note, I've even told the other half that I write a blog now so I don't have to skulk around waiting for him to go and have a smoke whilst I type at a furious pace. He's even read it, and seems to approve, so that's all good too. I don't think for a moment that it will change the way I write which was one of my biggest fears, so there's nothing holding me back now.
In fact I've got a whole new series of posts planned - in the next few weeks you can look forward to:-
Manchester United and the Champions League - A Winners Guide
Golf - A Detailed Explanation of the Stableford Scoring System
Juliette Binoche - Damn, She's Gorgeous
No, it won't change the way I write at all.
I have been a woefully bad blogger. My Google Reader confirms to me that some of you are writing approximately 7 posts per hour, and I've barely written 1 a week. It's dreadful. It's not that I haven't been here before either - I know what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to be witty and entertaining, humourous and self-deprecating, charming and welcoming. Instead, I'm sitting here glaring at the laptop, whilst it taunts me for not writing something.
In my defence, I've not felt very well this week, but that's not really going to cut it, now is it? Some of you have 7 children, 3 jobs and decorate your houses once every 3 days, and I can't imagine you're going to have any sympathy with that. It's not even as if I've run out of ideas, I'm constantly thinking about things I'm going to write about. But you know what it's like when you haven't done your home work, and you get more and more frightened to look at your book, because if you don't think about it, it's not real? That's what this has been like for the past 2 weeks.
But I've decided just to write something, anything, and then we can all start again, and pretend that I haven't been a woefully bad blogger. In fact, on a positive note, I've even told the other half that I write a blog now so I don't have to skulk around waiting for him to go and have a smoke whilst I type at a furious pace. He's even read it, and seems to approve, so that's all good too. I don't think for a moment that it will change the way I write which was one of my biggest fears, so there's nothing holding me back now.
In fact I've got a whole new series of posts planned - in the next few weeks you can look forward to:-
Manchester United and the Champions League - A Winners Guide
Golf - A Detailed Explanation of the Stableford Scoring System
Juliette Binoche - Damn, She's Gorgeous
No, it won't change the way I write at all.
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