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Hmm… 4, February 2010

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Mr BC gave me a glass of wine tonight, it was a bit thin and not the loveliest of wines… I saw him put the bottle between his legs (to warm it up a bit) as he sat on the sofa.

The next glass is fab and I tell him how much it’s improved from being warmed up… finally as I rant on about this for the umpteenth time he confesses that the reason it’s so tasty warmed is because it’s a different wine.

As the title says… Hmm…

Bittersweet… random wittering… emotive Mum 4, February 2010

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Things with mini-me are going very well at the moment, although I think this is more to do with a recovery for my parents – who’ve booth been a bit crook. Something like that happens and you look ahead to visiting hospitals with a lively toddler, trying to keep him quiet around those who are ill, the sad thought that there are people you love who mean a great deal to you who he may never remember.  You think about the chances of him, perhaps, seeing things he shouldn’t see…  And then last night, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen!

I watched a programme about the second world war which featured home movies, Allied and German. The narrator explained that, naturally, there were few films of German cruelty… they then proceeded to show us one.  It’s clearly being filmed from behind the corner of a building and shows a group of people, possibly women, being herded to one side by german soldiers.

Suddenly a toddler rushes into shot from the left.  A woman takes two steps away from the crowd and bends down with her arms out. A german soldier steps in to grab the child and turns it roughly round, giving it a push back in the other direction, away from it’s mother.  He turns his back on the child to chivvy the mother into line.  Undaunted, the child makes another attempt to run to its mother and again she steps forwards, only one pace this time, and holds her arms out.  The guard puts his foot on the child’s chest and pushes it backwards so it falls over.  He turns to the woman and as she goes back to the group the child gets up and starts running for mum again… they didn’t film what happened next.  That’s all there is.

I suppose the fact the little thing ran exactly the way mini-me runs broke me up a bit. I consider myself to be emotionally robust, on the whole, but I do not have the strength I used to when it comes to cruelty. Presumably that’s motherhood.

But the two things that upset me most about that film were, first, that the woman and her toddler were not being subjected to mindless cruelty, it had taken thought on the part of somebody to separate them, thought about how to make a horrible experience worse. That’s chilling enough, but, of course, it’s a short step from that to thinking about all the places where that kind of stuff is still going on, today.  It’s all over the world, unpoliced and unchecked because it’s going on in countries where there are no mineral resources valuable enough to guarantee the West’s intervention.

It makes me realise how lucky I am.  It makes me realise that although being a Mum is difficult, at times, I want this and I am happy with my choice.  It makes me realise how much I love my son… now if I could just get that image out of my head, I might be able to get on with something useful…

On a lighter note… after that, I think we need one here’s a typical example of why I love being a Mum.

Mister Small is bimbling about my feet as I cook his supper, he opens the larder, there is a bit of rustling and I hear him run away. I’m not looking, I’m busy sorting out the stuff he took out of another cupboard.  I peep round the kitchen island to see where he’s gone.  No sign but the larder door is closed and a half full sack of potatoes is sitting in the middle of the corridor.  I laugh, open the door and put the potatoes back which brings him running.  I close the door, carry on cooking.  I tell him no and send him to look at my back pack.  After a few minutes’ listening to the sound of my bag being zipped and unzipped I notice the larder door open and hear a lot more rustling. I go over to see what’s going on but as I approach Mini-me bursts out with a leek in his teeth.  I guffaw before I can stop myself.

Luckily, instead of having to take the leek by force I am given it while he investigates the onions in the vegetable rack. (Why won’t that interesting thing fall down even though it’s hanging over the edge? Because it’s in a bag.)

And we’ve eaten the leek… even though it had teeth marks in it.

The Chaos Fairies Have Moved In 29, January 2010

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We decided to take junior out today.  It’s ‘warmer’ than it has been so we optimistically headed off to the zoological gardens.  We arrived and did very well for an hour or so until glove-spurning junior’s hands were so cold that he started to scream… it was also his lunch time so we headed for the café.  It was freezing outside but we discovered that people eating in are not allowed to bring their own lunch (fair enough) even for children (not quite so fair if the child is very small). Still, since we’d packed Mr Small’s lunch it seemed pointless to buy one, especially one designed for older children which he was unlikely to eat.

It was too cold to eat at one of the outside tables and when junior ran into a corner, started to cry and refused to come out, we gave up and headed back to the car to feed him his lunch there.  I had brought a free sample bottle of baby milk with me instead of the usual carton.  The freebie had a screw top and I thought I could put the usual two thirds into his sippy cup and then put the lid on.  Great I wouldn’t have to worry about trying to hold the milk container upright to stop it spilling all over the spouse-mobile, I thought. How wrong I was.

During the journey the screw-top proved to be leakier than a carton with one corner snipped off.  Milk dribbled out and ran down the plush leather seat of the spouse-mobile.  Since the spouse-mobile is sporty and more of a 2+2 than a 4 there was no room for my knees and so I was sitting with my legs apart.  Naturally, this resulted in the milk collecting, unnoticed in a pool at my crotch.

We got out at the shops and I found I had a large wet patch exactly where the pee would be if I’d wet myself or – should I have a requirement for such things – overestimated the absorbency of my tena-lady.  I managed to find a loo, remove my knickers (which left me feeling pleasantly draughty and a lot less soggy) and dry the worst of the milk off my naughty bits – not to mention the trousers.

After all that, the bloody shop was pretty much devoid of stock so we went home.

When we arrived home, I couldn’t find my keys in my bag.  I searched the spouse-mobile, searched everywhere I’d been in the house.  I decided I would have to ring the hotel where I’d been to the loo and get somebody to see if I’d left them there… or jump in the car and go back to the car park to see if I’d dropped them.  Luckily before I went I decided to take one last look in my bag.

Yeh, where else would they have been?  If I could have back half the time I’ve spent looking for my keys I would still be cash poor but oh so time rich.

Chaos fairies.. 21, January 2010

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Remember them?  They’s have struck again.  We have a tiler working in our house at the moment, I’ve just managed to prang his car with the spouse-mobile.

Arse.

Thank you thank you… 3, January 2010

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To those of you who tweet and are now following me on twitter!  I’ve returned the compliment.

And to everyone… hope you New Year is a smashing 10.  Oh ho ho.