Saturday morning. Before I wake them, when the house is quiet I sit and type in stutters because the ‘space’ key is sticky on my keyboard. A rogue spill of orange juice from my son? Something makes it stick every other word so I have to track back, add in space, go forward again. Saturday means sport fixtures and squeezed-in dog walks and not nearly as much relaxation as there should be. For me the weekends are busier because everyone is home. Honestly, were weekends ever relaxing after having children?! Not really. My mind casts back to time pre-children when Saturdays meant a day off. There’s no such thing as a ‘day off’ in family life. Once I’d opened my eyes this morning, I scrolled through Pinterest; it comes fourth in my online catch-up, after email, Instagram, the news and Facebook. I imagine all over the world people reaching for their phones as they wake and think ‘how did this happen to the human race?’ But it has and so my phone is my waking friend. On Pinterest – which can always be relied on for a quote to get you though the day – it said ‘Cherish this day with your children for you will never get it again.’ I caused me to stop and think, yes I suppose so. Live each day. But the reality is that this Saturday kinda looks like last Saturday and the one before. Life is punctuated with breaks from the routine but it is the routine that makes the life.
I looked through old photos this week and had that odd feeling where I saw myself ten years ago and thought how different I looked. How little my children were. I know if I were to fast-forward ten years I’d be looking at photos from now and be thinking the same. That’s how it goes with parenthood, it seems you can only imagine your child as they are today where they are the epitome of themselves.
I should’ve been doing more writing this week. Everything is narrowing down to the final of my degrees thesis which has to be submitted in May. A strange feeling; it took me a year to get used to being a student again, these brief months are the enjoyment of that status and then in the near future I see it will all be over. I’ve mixed emotions but the prospect of sitting at a Graduation Ceremony in July makes me happy – assuming I graduate! Hah. To get to that point there’s so much work to do it’s not even funny. The artist I have been working with to conceive a hypothetical book cover has completed his painting and I can next week go and collect it! It’s amazing how from a nub of an idea in my mind, this book has grown into something real, even though it’s not real yet.
My colleagues and I have been preparing our first two chapters for an Anthology that will be published this summer. So at the very least you can see what it’s all about! A literary ‘show and tell’, if you will. I’ll keep you posted.
Meanwhile, every conversation I have with anyone I meet laments the length of this winter and the hardiness of the British resolve to take on any weather thrown at us. I just want the sun. I’ve stood in enough muddy fields to make me distracted and restless. The prospect of bare feet almost unimaginable. Will it ever be warm enough for bare feet?!