Friday, January 8, 2010
Being cut off from the distraction of shops, travelling, deadlines, schools and occassionally electricity, we have been given oodles of time to navel-gaze.
It's kinda like going into rehab...especially as our offie is pretty much out of bounds (without the assistance of a snow plough, or maybe a decent pair of skis and some will power). My mental health is suffering, as a consequence, but my liver is eternally grateful.
The scenery is breath-taking...all clean and white and silent...but what's going on indoors chez Bob is another matter entirely.
Bob's Dad checks his tesosterone levels each workday by taking the ice impacted roads as a personal challenge. He hasn't missed a day at work yet. I,on the other hand, quite enjoy being free from altercations with hedges and can happily pursue a life where imminent loss of life or limb isn't a threat.
So Mother and Children have been housebound for the best part of 3 weeks, with at least another week to go, if the weatherfolk are to be believed.
A few things have become apparant to me over the past while. Because I've been spending so much up-close-and-personal time with my kids, without the usual busy distractions, it's become painfully clear that Bob devours about 75% of my time and energy. Toads No.1 and 2 just don't get a look in. I'm trying not to feel guilty about this, as logically I know this is just How Life Is, and that input into Bob now equals (hopefully) some pretty cool results down the road. The fact that the elder toads (aged 9 and 12) fully understand and accept this, without any obvious resentment, is a credit to them. I guess I didn't really see this properly until I had nothing else to do.
When Bob's Dad is home (like today) everything is much easier and he took them out for a couple of hours to give me a bit of head space. I also got a very pleasant surprise yesterday when my Guardian Angel Lorraine (Home Support to the rest of the world, but what do they know?) arrived, depsite me telling her not to (Bad Lorraine!!...but Feckin' Fantastic Lorraine too!!). I guess she just spread her wings and flew here. She has such a loving and playful relationship with Bob, and I happily scampered off for a much needed shower while they Did Their Thing. Now regular readers will know I'm not religious, but sometimes small miracles happen here on earth.
Our Splendid Isolation afforded me a little time to read a real book (which I haven't done in months), and my kids got properly cooked dinners instead of my usual flung-together mush (which I like to refer to as art). We had chats and games, which probably saved me from from slowly going out of my mind as cabin fever bit deep. I'll be glad when the thaw comes, but it's nice to forget about the world outside our avenue for a little while.
Posted by Jean at 7:11 PM