A blog on thriving, when you only really planned to be one of those three things.
So what was your favourite part of the school day?
‘After school club’
Ok (trying to get to a favourite subject) What about during the day? What was your favourite part of the day?
‘Lunch’
Gives up.
Also on the way home
Boris Johnson on the radio from the Conservative conference;
“COME ON PEOPLE! ITS TIME TO BE BOLD!”
‘BOLD!? But Dad; I like my frizzy hair!’
BSD
This morning’s drive in turned plenty deep plenty quickly.
“Dad; would a hurricane blow the hair off someone with Cancer?”
Whoa
After skillfully not crashing; I ponder a suitable response. I’d have preferred a ‘Where do babies come from’ as I have a script for that one but this was left field.
‘Those two things are quite unrelated darling; how did you put them together?’
Silence..
“Well; I’d noticed that when people get Cancer they lose their hair. I suspect that Cancer makes it loose so if you’re in a hurricane, those strong winds will only make matters worse.”
I can see her logic and decide to tackle the big one first.
‘Ok; it’s not the Cancer that causes sufferers to lose their hair, its the treatment. It can be quite aggressive’
Having lost my mother to the big C, I know enough about the topic to feed her facts. Preempting her next enquiry, I continue.
‘Cancer happens in the body at a cellular, microscopic, level. Every part of us is made up of cells. Technically we are constantly regenerating ourselves but slightly older than the version before..”With Cancer, somehow the message to create a new cell gets messed up and misunderstood, so the new cell isn’t quite as it should be. If there are enough of these not-so-right cells, they can attack the good cells. That can be really bad’
She looks creeped out.
‘It’s a gradual process; we call it mutating‘
Less creeped and now showing the look of ‘I’m gonna tell folk this in the playground’.
“So is a cell small? what’s the smallest living thing?”
Now I’m wading out into deep waters…
‘I think it’s a single celled, protozoa but I’m not sure; I’ll check this evening’
It’s been a while since Biology class.
“I think it’s a woodlouse”
The hurricane went unmentioned.
BSD
“Dad? What makes us different from animals?”
Not your everyday question, but the kind of thing I expect from my daughter on the drive in to school.
Well, it tends to be our ability to express a range of emotions such as compassion grief love et cetera. That and the fact that we can display intelligence.
“Not like Donald Trump then?”
One high-five later, daddy 🙂
BSD
This morning’s school run was a test of patience.
As seems to be the norm on Britain’s roads, you can’t drive more than a mile without hitting roadworks.
I’d managed to hustle the cubs into the car in reasonable time and with limited fuss, but we were now confronted with the familiar sight of brake lights.
I watched my chronological advantage slip away and my ire rise. Not good.
I took a short cut; brake lights.
We eventually crawled forwards and I cordially let folk in sideroads out, in order to move everyone along nicely.
We started to move faster, through a nearby village on the school route. We passed a less than well hedgehog in the road.
“Dad; is that hedgehog ok?”
Now do I try to protect my daughter from the reality of life and death of fauna on British roads? Yeah of course.
I think it was ok darling; just moving very slowly…
She didn’t buy it.
“I think it was dead. There were bits of it scattered everywhere!”
Ok…
“It’s feet were quite wide apart and it’s hands were further up the road…”
Ok but…maybe….well….
“And it’s intestines look like they’d come out of its backside…
Wow. You saw all that at 30 mph??
“I don’t think it’s going anywhere now dad…”
And she collapses in fits of laughter.
Daddy needs therapy.
This is my eldest, showing her computer to a cat.
This is not our cat.
We have no cat.
BSD
After being a dad for over 7 years, I don’t consider myself to be new at this; but I’m perplexed.
- Yesterday was the last day of the school term.
- Today is the weekend.
- Yesterday neither of my cubs could get themselves out of bed.
- Today they’re on my bed by 06:00.
- Yesterday they were running on empty.
- Today they have enough energy to power a medium sized farm.
- Yesterday everything made them cry.
- Today; everything is making me smile 😉
I think today will be a movie day…
BSD
Albeit a gorgeous one
A spent a short while ironing my toddler son’s clothes for nursery this morning.
He looked very smart.
Seconds after I finished getting him dressed, he proceeded to lie on his belly at the top of the stairs and slide down all 14 steps (feet first).
I had to admire his technique; it was flawless.
BSD
Sunday
It looks like my lazy day has turned into a lazy weekend. I’ve sat in bed; I’ve watched a couple of movies but I just had to get up.
The contents of the fridge are still there so I’ve decided to make something out what’s left. One pack of sausages, one bag of frozen veg, and some potatoes both sweet and normal. It looks like it’s going to be sausage and chips for Sunday lunch.
Time to cook these blues away.
Sunday afternoon
It looks like the cooking has come back with a vengeance, and what I thought was just going to be a boring meal turned into to something absolutely average.
For Sunday dinner it was a pretty lazy/easy cook with everything lobbed into a pan and left 45 minutes.
For some reason my phone has rotated this
I put some broccoli in for extra health, trying to wipe out the poor diet I have had over the last couple of days. Result was nice but then again I’ve always liked roasted sweet potato.
I shall call this ‘Hot Mess’. You should try it
You can tell I wasn’t convinced about this one as I took the pic after starting it. Mayonnaise is optional..
The shopping needs to get here soon though before I get scurvy.
Future goals:
BSD
Well, technically last weekend.
Saturday
I’ve decided to give myself a lazy day today. I’m laying in bed watching movies.
We’ll see how long it lasts. I already feel uncomfortable and I’m finding things to do mentally. Never was very good at relaxing.
Still saturday, but a bit later
This is what being lazy looks like to me; Kitchen cleaned, downstairs loo cleaned, all rooms dusted, upstairs bathroom cleaned, ensuite cleaned, wash load done, dishwasher on. I’ve got a feeling that my cooking may suffer.
It did….
BSD
It’s business as usual by the time I pick up my daughter.
My son is asleep within 5 minutes of me driving off. The day is warm so I don’t blame him.
She is full of energy and big hugs which is always something I look forward to. I ask her about her day.
My friend hypnotised me with a piece of bread and I’ve been practicing my kicks. I can kick to a child’s head!
Ok. I don’t want to know how she knows that, but as I received no phone calls during the day, I’m good.
BSD
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