Sunday is a good day for lying on the sofa. i have to say i don't do this much because i guess there are just other things to do but today i did lie on the sofa for a bit and it was nice plus i read some pages out of yesterdays newspaper supplements. i brought the guardian yesterday because it had some pamphlet on how to make the most of your time. i don't know if i will read it, but i am half way there and the guardian are £2 10 richer cause i got sucked in by one of their self help booklets.
actually i don't much mind the guardian though it is sometimes boring and then i reach for a tabloid or the much taboo daily mail which i will not go on to insult because everyone else already has.
i was pondering , after having enjoyed twenty winks and some gentle reading, about what's best to be doing on a Sunday. i mean so far i have experienced some depressing thoughts; done a load of house work; had a row with significant other; made lunch; more housework and de-nitted/ egged/ general de'd my daughters head for the umteenth time. then thoroughly exhausted, i lay boots and all, on the sofa as my eyelids forced themselves down. sleep didn't come but a sickish wave of tiredness did.
now its 3pm and still i have not galvanised my self to get up off our collective arses and do something 'productive' or at least something fun. my joy de vivre is very low.
in a way my nearly fourteen year old not being here makes it easier to be lazy. little girl nearly five is actually quite good at entertaining herself and has already today made a new home where she lives and been to America in a boat and visited Disney land and watched copious cartoons.the
baby has done what baby's do and in a way the pressure is off.
my son is with his dad at some friends house and that's cool i need to find more stuff for him to do.
its gross the way kids get a bit older and suddenly see life through the dull and jaded ground-hog glasses of their dull and jaded parents (and/ or step parents).
they want to do stuff all the time; life is supposed to be a big sloppy oyster of activity and possibility. i am crap at maintaining that sense of oyster and am terrified i will make my children join me on the cliff edge looking out to that bleak abyss.
like the road by the guy that wrote no country for old men. at least in the road there was challenge and daily struggle for survival not just school; teachers; empty promises that hard work = success and the general misery of school then home where everyone is so depressed and skint that you'd rather be back at school.
i mean does anyone ever like school? its a travesty.
i reckon that when kids get to about 14 there should be stuff for them to do like weekend apprenticeships or 1 day a week work placements or just stuff that can invigorate and harness the positive energy and enthusiasm of youth.
any way i am off the sofa now and gonna go take my kids to see their nana as we now prefer to call her casuse grand ma sounds too austere.
so lets hope son will do his home work later and all will end well and i don't resort to blanking out the mundanity by finding five quid for a mind numbing bottle of vino.
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