Friday, 11 April 2008

Philosophical Friday

I wish I could say I’ve been absent from the blog because I’ve been busy doing glamorous, fascinating things, but unfortunately if I did say that there’s a real risk that my already rather large nose would grow another couple of inches. The truth is actually exactly the opposite, and I haven’t posted precisely because of the lamentable lack of glamorous and fascinating goings-on to relate.

I blame Muffin the rabbit, partly because a large proportion of my day is now given over to peering surreptitiously out of windows to try to catch him actually in the act of snacking on my fledgeling tulips, and this really cuts into the time in which glamorous, fascinating things might otherwise occur. Mostly though I blame him because he’s a convenient thing to blame. It’s his role in life, like mine is to pick up 42 wet towels (or thereabouts) a day from the bathroom floor and forget to buy loo roll. Isn’t it reassuring to know we all have a place in the Great Universal Order? (which sounds like a catalogue shopping spree.) What’s yours?

10 comments:

Michelle Styles said...

Hmmm yes and isn't funny how certain roles crop up with you being aware that is your assigned lot in life?
I never picked myself as cheif giver of medicine to reluctant cat.

Natasha Oakley said...

Nothing to say, India, except *I KNOW*. All I want in life is for PE kits to arrive in the wash basket some time before 11pm the night before they need it. Oh and I'd like socks not rolled up in balls and left on opposite sides of a bedroom. And, while I'm at it, would it be too much to ask that I'm not asked complicated maths homework questions at 5.45am????????

Natasha Oakley said...

On the maths thing - should have added it's not as though they have any real expectation I can help! Happened this morning. Does it show???????

India said...

You won't get any thanks for it either, Michelle. Not from the cat or anyone else, but that's all part of it.

Natasha-- your kids were up at 5.45am? That's totally cool. In our house that homework conversation usually takes place at 8.45am, when I'm trying to find the car keys and looking down the back of the sofa for dinner money. (Or in the washing basket for PE kit... 'don't worry darling, I'm sure you can brush some of the mud off, but we'd better just give it a quick spray with some Impulse before you wear it for netball today...')

The maths thing IS annoying though. I mean, we're romantic novelists for a reason, right??

Mary said...

Well, as for me, I always planned to provide the primary care and feeding of our two kids. But suddenly, two weeks ago, we were cursed...er, I mean blessed, with ten live baby molly fish. My husband was supposed to be in charge of the new tank, plants, and fish. I was simply meant to enjoy it. Ha! I now call myself Mommy Fish, as I am the one cleaning out their little floating tank and feeding them whenever they need a nibble.

Mary

Amanda Ashby said...

My children have discovered a new game called hide your dirty clothes, so I have lots of fun-filled adventures searching under beds and through boxes for socks, track suit pants and even the occasional shoe.

family matters2008 said...

I have just returned home from a football match with youngest son (8) and oldest son (16).
As the youngest splashed through the biggest puddle I had ever seen (think Dr Foster) I sighed (trying not to think about the family meal we were due to attend in 30 minutes during which time I had to bath said son and collect other two siblings and get them changed while hubby suns himself in Valencia) and replied: "Well at least I don't have to clean his boots"
Eldest son: "Typical woman. Always has to turn it round to cleaning or tidying!"
If he wasn't 6ft 1 to my 5ft 0 I would have clouted him.

family matters2008 said...

I have just returned home from a football match with youngest son (8) and oldest son (16).
As the youngest splashed through the biggest puddle I had ever seen (think Dr Foster) I sighed (trying not to think about the family meal we were due to attend in 30 minutes during which time I had to bath said son and collect other two siblings and get them changed while hubby suns himself in Valencia) and replied: "Well at least I don't have to clean his boots"
Eldest son: "Typical woman. Always has to turn it round to cleaning or tidying!"
If he wasn't 6ft 1 to my 5ft 0 I would have clouted him.

India said...

Wow-- ten babies, Mary! Don't worry though, I think there's definitely a way of turning this situation back around, and it involves post-it notes, piles of washing/toys left out on the floor/coats not hung up etc, and the words 'TIDY THIS UP OR THE BABY FISH GET IT'

I wish my children would learn that game, Amanda. I wouldn't bother playing the finding part. Instead they like to play a game called 'chuck all the clean clothes you can't be bothered to put away properly into the washing basket'. Hence virtually every item they own is currently languishing in my ironing mountain (sigh).

FM08-- Valencia?? He's sunning himself in Valencia while you deal with football matches?! Stay right there, honey-- I'm on my way round with a bottle of wine and Daniel Craig...

Mary said...

Ooooh, India, you are beyond brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? Sometimes it takes someone else to point out the silver lining in this sort of situation, huh?

Mary