An Empty House

For the first time in 11 days I am completely alone in my house and I don't like it one bit. There is such an eerie quiet that I can hear every creak of the building and every gurgle of the heating pipes. I live in an old house full of ghosts but even they seem to be absent today. I've tried playing music but that just seems to emphasise the fact that there is no background noise. I look at the clock and I swear that it's on a go slow regime; how can it still be morning? My kitchen table is clear of clutter for the first time in almost two weeks, there are no dirty cups and plates waiting for the house elf to put in the dishwasher, no empty biscuit or crisp packets littering the floor of the sitting room (surely they know where the bin is by now!), no demands for food or drinks or enquiries as to the day's menu plans. I should be revelling in the peace and quiet but no, I'm finding it impossible to concentrate and focus on my very long to-do list. All through half term (extended by children's illness) I kept planning what I would do on the first day of "freedom" but now all I can think about is when will my house be noisy and chaotic again. What is wrong with me?

I'm exactly the same when my children all go to stay with their father, luckily for me something that happens very infrequently. As soon as they leave I launch myself into a mega blitz of the house, repatriating all the clutter that has made its way downstairs, restoring my home to (almost) glossy magazine splendour. I then go round shutting all the children's bedroom doors so that I am less aware of their absence. At this point I should be able to enjoy my newfound freedom but instead I wander around the house looking for things to do and only reach the point where I am starting to enjoy the peace and quiet just as they stampede through the door announcing their return and depositing bags,coats and other paraphernalia all over my beautifully clean house. And for once I rejoice in the mess and the noise and even the squabbling because my family is around me again and my house is once more a home.

Perhaps I've reached the point where I can only function when I have too much to do and too many people talking to me at once. If that's the case how on earth am I going to manage when all my chicks have flown the nest? Contact rent-a-crowd? It's probably just a case of the grass being greener on the other side and in two hours I'll be wondering what the big deal was as I run around like a headless chicken making snacks, picking up clothes, helping with homework and nagging, nagging and more nagging. As people always say, 'be careful what you wish for!'

Easy Peasy Muffins

Crafty Cook loves making these muffins with her children. They're so simple to make and always turn out well.

Mmmmn!!

It wasn't me!

I think we must have sprites living in our house. Every time I go to the loo, there's either no paper left or just one solitary piece clinging onto the cardboard tube for dear life. Whenever I ask who used the last piece I'm always met with the words, "it wasn't me."It's the same with so many things: who drank the last of the milk, who wee'd all over the floor, who forgot to flush the loo,  who forgot to feed the cat, who ate all the chocolate (probably the worst crime of all), who left the taps running and flooded the house? And whenever I ask for help tidying away all the day's clutter, it seems that no-one got anything out. Evidently things just magically made their way out of bedrooms and downstairs. I'm so glad I have angelic children who never do anything wrong but for the life of me I don't know what to do about these sprites. Sometimes I think it would be a good idea to instal CCTV cameras in all the rooms and then I can catch them in the act but knowing my luck the cameras would probably stop working just at the very moment that the misdemeanour happened.

 My biggest hope is that someday I can actually go a whole 24 hours without having to nag my children to carry out the simplest tasks. How difficult is it really to hang up one coat, put away one pair of shoes, remember where you've left your PE kit, homework, money, brain? I think I have particular problems as I only have boys and they definitely seem to develop a certain tunnel vision at around age 8 or 9 when they seem totally incapable of finding anything and also can only do one thing at a time except for homework which magically they seem able to do while watching TV, playing on a laptop and texting at the same time- how does that work? Gone are the days when I could make a game out of tidying up and when dusting and vacuuming were exciting things to do-my boys' favourite toy was a cleaning set for heaven's sake! Now, it's very much my job; they don't seem to see the mess and seem convinced that they would be depriving me of one of the greatest pleasures in life should they empty the dishwasher or take out the bins.  Perhaps they too are convinced that we have sprites in the house who magically appear to do all these jobs; I knew it was a bad idea to read them "The Elves and the Shoemaker" so often when they were little.

Oh well, unless someone can come up with a brilliant way of bringing about a radical change in their attitude I guess I will just have to resign myself to the role of chief cook and bottle washer for the foreseeable future. I'll  have to wait patiently until they have their own homes and then take great pleasure in being one of those visitors who allow themselves to be waited on hand and foot. And how about, if I have grandchildren, buying them lots of arts and craft sets with glitter galore. They do say that revenge is a dish best served cold, can't wait!

Make The Most Of It!

Whenever I took my firstborn out in his pram I would invariably be stopped by elderly ladies who would coo at the baby and then tell me to "make the most of it, they grow up so fast." At the time the days seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace. I was blissfully happy with my baby, totally head over heels in love, but for the first time in years I had so much time to fill. Being used to long hours in a stressful job and used to fitting all the household chores into odd minutes here and there I found it simplicity itself to keep on top of things. (I know, I was lucky) Although my baby didn't seem to like napping he was very easy and happy especially when being cuddled, talked to or breastfed. My best friend would phone me every day during her lunchtime which helped to break up the day but apart from that I had hours between when my husband left for and returned from work, even worse when he went abroad for business. I was the first of my peers to start a family and had been too busy at work to go to antenatal classes so knew no other mums.  The days seemed endless and it appeared to me that I had all the time in the world. Like most mums I couldn't wait until the next stage-an end to sleepless nights, solid food, walking, talking, toilet training, school,independence.

Now, twenty years and five children later I wonder where all that time went. I look at my eldest son and it seems like only yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. So much has happened, so many ups and downs and I realise that some of the happiest memories and the funniest family stories come from the trivial events of everyday life- a baby emptying his bowl of porridge over his head (EVERY day), a toddler helping himself to all the cooking chocolate in the cupboard, one son asking if his little brother would be a girl when he grew up, another asking me (in a toilet in Amsterdam of all places) what had happened to my willy? The stories go on and on yet at the time seemed so unimportant. I wish it was like in Harry Potter where with a flick of a wand you could extract all your memories and watch them over. But in reality there isn't time; we're too  busy making the next set of memories.

So now I too tell new mothers to make the most of it, to enjoy every minute because life rushes by so so quickly. And when I'm having a bad day and everything seems to be going wrong I remember that some day in the future I will look back on my day of disasters and remember instead something funny or sweet that my children have said or done- well, I hope so anyway!

Valentine's Day Blues

I'm new to blogging and although I use computers a fair bit in my day to day life I've just  stupidly deleted my very first blog. I can't believe that it's gone, never to see the light of day again. Am I just too old to deal with technology, too stupid to grasp the basics and to follow my own advice (think, think and think again before pressing delete) or is my brain addled by Valentine's Day? I keep seeing ads for chocolates, roses, bubbly and it's making me hungry, thirsty and grouchy. Maybe there should be an equivalent day for those of us who have no Valentine. Mind you that would be of no help at all to those of us who have a Valentine who isn't very good at romantic gestures, "I've done the bins, of course I love you!"

There's nothing else for it, I need chocolate; so off to the shops to buy chocolate hearts, flowers and any other treat that takes my eye. Well I'm worth it, aren't I? May have to wear dark glasses though, don't want people to know I'm a lonely heart on Valentine's Day.

My ex drives me mad!

When does an ex really become ex? (ex-files#1)

I have been divorced for many years now so why does my ex still have the power to drive me to distraction and why do we have conversations that end with me appearing to be the childish unreasonable person when he is totally in the wrong? When we first separated we were the perfect divorced couple but that was because nothing in our relationship had changed; he came and stayed with me and the children at weekends, I had total responsibility for all matters to do with family, he could just dip in and out when it suited. Now I hate him being in my home and feel he should be able to take responsibility for his own relationship with the children but this means that he continues to pick and choose when to be a father and never seems to put them first. Every so often he'll have a 'daddy day' and phone them or me to find out how school is but then that will be it for weeks. When things go wrong it's all my fault and he has a knack of making me feel like a bad parent.

People tell me that I more than make up for his shortcomings and the children are happy and doing well but it seems so unfair. They deserve more and so do I; it isn't fair that all the decision making is my responsibility, it isn't fair that I am always the nagging parent, it isn't fair that I am always the parent worrying where they are at night, it isn't fair that he forgets their birthdays, it isn't fair that they don't hear from him for weeks at a time and don't even know where he is. But what really isn't fair is that he then makes me behave like the spoilt child!

How do you handle your ex?