Last night was hard, as most evenings have been this week because daylight savings comes along and confuses us all but especially those people who are five and under and are already terribly difficult to get to sleep anyway. I’ve done sleep school and all sorts of things to help with this but you know, it is constant and it is always hard – that is the reality, I am just better with it.
Nonetheless, I sometimes still get upset about it and it brings up some feelings and memories of when we really struggled with bedtime and I remember how sensitive I had become to all the noise and all the things and things that I didn’t even think about annoyed the heck out of me.
I think of all the little handwritten signs I see on people’s front doors. You know, ‘please knock quietly, baby asleep” etc. And I just think they are so polite and civil and I respect that, I really do. But it really is more like BE QUITE DO NOT KNOCK DO NOT COME OVER HERE ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE UNINVITED AND SELLING ME SHIT I WILL NOT BUY BE QUITE IF YOU WAKE MY BABY/ TODDLER/ CHILD I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU. etc.
But I’d extend that to PLEASE DO NOT SPEAK LOUDLY/ SPEAK AT ALL, PLEASE DO NOT BREATH OR LOOK AT THIS HOUSE PLEASE DO NOT START YOUR CAR SHUT YOUR MUSIC OFF TURN YOUR PHONE OFF BAN NOISES FOREVER AND EVER DOOOOO NOOOOOT NOISE MAAAAKE. PLEASE DO NOT EVEN.
Anyway I thought I’d write something interesting, but I don’t think it is going to happen. I haven’t really done anything interesting. I may not even be very interesting but hey, you know I am cool with that. I am too fucking tired to be interesting anyway.
I think a lot about how people talking about people having kids and then they become boring and I am especially reflecting upon this notion while I sit here typing on a lovely warm Friday evening. It was not even 17:30 and I am already in my pyjamas. But you know, maybe we got it round the wrong way. Maybe everyone else is boring. Maybe all the people in the world are boring. Maybe the one size fits all is boring.
I saw someone’s pictures from Paris on social media and I thought oh get fucked. Usually I find other peoples travel photos unbelievably boring but for some reason Paris roof tops get me and I really never got much of a chance to explore that city or learn French, or any other language. But I do not want to pay for or endure air travel for quite some time yet. I know lots of my peers are flying here there and everywhere but I do not miss airline food. And greasy hair. And smelly knickers. Nope.
Anyway, I also think about how people complain about seeing other peoples food photos and I am a culprit of food photos on social media. Mainly because I can’t/ won’t eat a lot of food and I take pride in all the things I assemble or ‘cook’. But when I did this too my daughter’s boiled egg this evening, I couldn’t stop laughing:
Enjoy your weekend.