We're all suffering from one illness or another, the mice are back and Pirates of the Caribbean 3 was unexpectedly rubbish. I'm pretty fed up.
I've been coughing for three weeks and I'd just like to feel better, thank you very much. Fraser has some kind of virus that's making him tired, achy and argumentative. (Well, more argumentative than usual). I don't think he'll be at school tomorrow. As I write this, it's late at night and, over the baby listener, I can hear Marie sounding pretty choked up. This could be a long one...
Still, on a positive note, Marie has a place at nursery after Christmas. I can hardly believe it - it's even a morning one. I'll have two and a half hours each weekday where I won't have any children to look after (during term-time, at least). The possibilities seem endless. It's not a case of not knowing what to do with myself. It's a case of not knowing what to do first. I hardly dare imagine it.
Interestingly, Marie can't imagine it.
"What should I do once you're at nursery?" I asked her.
"Come and collect me," she said.
"Yes, I'll collect you from nursery but what should I do all the time you're there?"
She looked blank. "Play with me?" she ventured.
"No, I'll be somewhere else."
She considered the thought that I exist when she isn't there and seemed to reluctantly accept it.
I asked her again. "So what should I do?"
She laughed. "Go to work!"
I wasn't impressed.
Yours in a woman's world,