Well – here I am again. A little lax on maintaining my blog and not doing too well at keeping up to date with my coursework. But – to be fair it has been a busy few months. A busy 12 months actually. Still, I had a funny episode yesterday, a moment out of time which I though I would share, where I had a brief insight into the mind of a man!
It started as a normal Saturday. Get up, wash, feed and dress kids. Tidy some small section of the house to gain a measure of control over the chaos. Do an hour or two of work. Play a game of ‘supermarket sweep’ followed by ‘how much can I fit in a cupboard’. Then off to my sister-in-laws to spend an hour relaxing (also known as a long walk with 2 hyperactive puppies, 4 out of control children and a moderately enthusiastic teenager).
And then, well I sat down in the kitchen, coffee in hand, silence surrounding me as children and puppies went to recharge in front of a cartoon and . . .
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‘What are you thinking about?’ asked the moderately enthusiastic teenager.
‘Well, nothing actually.’ I replied, in bemused amazement.
Because, actually, there was for a short time absolutely nothing happening in my head. No worrying about redundancy, no job hunting or preparing for interviews. I have started self-employment and am quite ok about it. The hen night passed, the wedding was fantastic and the honeymoon is over. For the first time in 12 months, life is on an even keel.
In my head there was just an absent notice and an ‘out of order’ tone.
‘And that’, said my brother-in-law, ‘is what it feels like to be a man!’