I'm putting together my writing cv. It is, shall we say, a little 'thin'. It's not that I don't have any experience in writing, you understand - over a thousand posts written on here alone are testament to that - it's just that I don't have so much experience in writing for publications that actually pay.
As I reached the end of this still-as-yet unfinished cv I realised that perhaps, if I'm going to refer to this blog, I probably should write something. You know, like, a post. It's been another month, after all...
So here I am. With the ten minutes before I have to leave to collect the Boys from school the only time I'm likely to find in the near future. What to tell you?
Well, Boys #1 and #2 are now ten and twelve years old. How did that happen? I was reminded of how far we've come today when I took them both to our local - excellent - hospital for their first allergy test in seven years. It went smoothly, no problems (and yes, they are still allergic to nuts, dammit). Now, the last time we did this was in London and it was something of a seminal experience for the three of us. Boy #2 - three years old at the time, still chubby and toddling around - handled the whole experience with aplomb and dignity, whimpering a little as they scratched his arm, but generally behaving well.
His older brother? Not so much. There was a visit to the paediatric ward 'Quiet Room' involved, I remember, to allow him to calm down. There were chocolate buttons (well - I can't remember the chocolate buttons, but since there were usually chocolate buttons or smarties involved in times of stress, I'm thinking I'm pretty safe in assuming they made an appearance here). There would also have been wailing and gnashing of teeth, no doubt - obviously, since we were banished to the Quiet Room, I suppose.
But the thing is, I actually don't remember that many of the details. I guess that may be due to having blanked it out as not having been our finest hour, who can say? But whatever the reason, it's interesting to realise that however awful a parenting experience might be at the time (and I do remember that at least; it was awful), you actually are unlikely to remember the details in the future.
Which is a comfort, I suppose. Especially as I look the teenage years squarely in the face.
And of course the other comfort is that whatever happens, and whatever the years ahead hold, there will, of course, still be this blog to refer to, to remind me that there were some difficult times before, and that we made it through those. And there will still be smarties and chocolate buttons. Or Green &; Blacks. Whatever comes to hand, really...
There you go - a blog post in 10 (no, 12, actually) minutes.
As I reached the end of this still-as-yet unfinished cv I realised that perhaps, if I'm going to refer to this blog, I probably should write something. You know, like, a post. It's been another month, after all...
So here I am. With the ten minutes before I have to leave to collect the Boys from school the only time I'm likely to find in the near future. What to tell you?
Well, Boys #1 and #2 are now ten and twelve years old. How did that happen? I was reminded of how far we've come today when I took them both to our local - excellent - hospital for their first allergy test in seven years. It went smoothly, no problems (and yes, they are still allergic to nuts, dammit). Now, the last time we did this was in London and it was something of a seminal experience for the three of us. Boy #2 - three years old at the time, still chubby and toddling around - handled the whole experience with aplomb and dignity, whimpering a little as they scratched his arm, but generally behaving well.
His older brother? Not so much. There was a visit to the paediatric ward 'Quiet Room' involved, I remember, to allow him to calm down. There were chocolate buttons (well - I can't remember the chocolate buttons, but since there were usually chocolate buttons or smarties involved in times of stress, I'm thinking I'm pretty safe in assuming they made an appearance here). There would also have been wailing and gnashing of teeth, no doubt - obviously, since we were banished to the Quiet Room, I suppose.
But the thing is, I actually don't remember that many of the details. I guess that may be due to having blanked it out as not having been our finest hour, who can say? But whatever the reason, it's interesting to realise that however awful a parenting experience might be at the time (and I do remember that at least; it was awful), you actually are unlikely to remember the details in the future.
Which is a comfort, I suppose. Especially as I look the teenage years squarely in the face.
And of course the other comfort is that whatever happens, and whatever the years ahead hold, there will, of course, still be this blog to refer to, to remind me that there were some difficult times before, and that we made it through those. And there will still be smarties and chocolate buttons. Or Green &; Blacks. Whatever comes to hand, really...
There you go - a blog post in 10 (no, 12, actually) minutes.
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