Life is going at 100 miles an hour and heading into half term. I organise some events at a festival over half term and I am spending a lot of time driving and catching up at the moment. I’ve been out most nights this week at events, with a brief respite on Wednesday when I managed to squeeze in a parents evening and pick up daughter three’s contact lenses. In the middle of it all daughter three is having a bit of a meltdown so when I was asked to do a radio interview about teenagers needing more time [on the back of Esther Rantzen’s comments] earlier this week it all seemed very apt. The thing I have come to realise in old age is that these moments when everything seems to be building to some sort of crescendo of doom tend to pass. I have adopted a similar approach to today’s political situation worldwide. It will pass. My kids are not convinced that this is actually me trying to be optimistic.
I have more events on Saturday, but come Sunday, I intend to be sitting on the sofa cuddling daughter three and only son and watching Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging for the 10 billionth time. I don’t really care that it is the 10 billionth time so long as I don’t have to watch some Youtube person playing computer games, which is what only son still seems obsessed with. I am trying to wean him onto National Geographic channel, but he is remarkably resistant. What is it about watching geeks play games or even Lego objects acting out Jurassic Park that is so fascinating? I just don’t get it at all. Surely watching the original Jurassic Park is far better?
Anyway, I digress. Daughter three is not having the best of times. Hopefully it is just exhaustion from term time and I will bound back after the festival and half term with renewed energy for getting her to bed early. It is quite hard-going as I can’t actually physically drag her there any more. I am going to start going to bed motions around an hour earlier. Eventually I will wear her down by my relentlessness. It’s just this week I am not totally focused on the going to bed job. My partner is also similarly lacking in focus as he is totally tuned into what is going on in Catalonia and very worried.
Meanwhile, my mum is around as she is moving house and has been doing a sterling job of helping with some of the pick-ups and cuddling people while watching Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. After Halloween, we traditionally switch to the Christmas movie channel and some semblance of calm returns.
*Mum on the run is Mandy Garner, editor of Workingmums.co.uk.