I need some attention dammit!

At the moment John is perched on a tree stump on Venus, preoccupied and scheming about the water system he’s busy putting in on the farm, and I’m all frail and needy on Mars. Never the twain shall meet. Uggh, I hate this part of marriage when you’re in the same race but different courses. When he’s unconsciously veering left and I’m pointedly veering right for a bit of attention.

I need some attention.

No, not that kind! Just a kiss and cuddle and him to tell me I’m the bees knees.I’m the Blondie (I hated Veronica) to his Archie. I’m the Claudia Joy Holden to his Michael Holden(Army Wives), I’m his Eva Peron to his Juan Peron… You know what I mean, I know you do.

Oi, men can be obtuse and ego centric and women can be selfish and self-absorbed. The same thing but worded differently.

I NEED some attention dammit!

 

 

As a family………

There have been a few major shifts this week that have nudged me gently along. I’m grateful for those little nudges. I’m a bit of a procrastinator.

John and I are in our own little cocoon at the moment. I’m enjoying it very much. I just need him to be the leader and make all the decisions.  We leave in 2 weeks exactly and it’s all I can think about. My brain is scrambled and I’m all consumed with leaving my kids for 10 days. I don’t leave them easily.

My little chap is reading so nicely. I make up little games for him to play, to make phonics  more exciting. Like the Giant Phonics Man. I take A3 paper and write about 5 words in huge letters. He has to read them like a giant. He can’t just say them he has to shout them in his great big giant voice.

His favourite word is -um. like hum, sum, rum. Then he can say hum rhymes with BUM! or Do rhymes with poo. Boys march to a different tune. I love viewing the world through his eyes. Homework is a combination of cajoling, reprimanding and lots of laughing. I plan to enjoy these moments because next year he’s off to boarding school where other adventures await. Good news is,  that I’ve stopped wanting to cry when I talk about him going to boarding school. I would be so childish and my eyes would well up with tears and I’d want to start wailing like a looney!

John and I have this protocol that we don’t like splitting the family up. We do things as a family. Even Aidan uses that term,”I thought we were going to do it as a family?” So boarding school is not a natural step we are taking easily. It’s definitely the best option though in these parts.

chat soon

au revoir and all that………

The Spur and other family stuff………

I woke up in a great mood. Focused. Ready to work. Keep things in perspective.

The reason: we went away for the weekend. Saw different sites. Smelled different smells. Tasted different food. We took the kids to the Spur. Before we had kids John and I would never have been caught dead in the Spur. Now, these days, it’s quite the cool spot to hang out with kids. If Molly throws pumpkin on the floor, it’s fine. If Molly bends and folds the hard cardboard laminated kiddie menu, it’s fine. The kids lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrve the Spur. John can eat his steak, and so he’s happy too.

 Aidan told me this morning that he wishes our house was in the Spur. I think not, love. My 3oo thread count white percale linen would smell of Spur’s basting sauce and deep-fried calamari. All smoky and stuff. Ummmm no thanks.

But it does my heart good to get away and get perspective. Especially to spend time as a family. (Never mind the delicious shoes I bought myself and my new Christmas present from John….a Yamaha, desktop Audio System docking station thingy-ma-jig) Divinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne…………….