being kate

Has it really been May 17th since I last had something to say for myself?
Has life really become so one dimensional that I can no longer rise above the cooking, cleaning and childcare enough to find anything interesting to say....

Maybe time is the issue, in the past five minutes alone... I've been asked about breakfast, asked for bread,put water on the stove for a shower (yeah I'm still showering from a bucket!) and had my 14yr old come tell me about the "beautiful Land Rover" he's just seen that looks like a "mini cooper hybrid"  really??  Had the 8yr old ask for bread, the 11yr old for permission to sit outside, the 2yr old has attempted to kick a cup of tea over, has dismantled his bike and is attacking the desk I'm typing at with the front wheel and it's only 11:30...
I'm still waiting for my 15yr olds friend to come collect the shop keys his other friend left here in my safekeeping while they all went to the beach and dh still has to come home for his shower and get ready for the masjid....
did I mention he's in the mood from hell yet??? well he is, and I can't be bothered with adults behaving like children so I've switched off, and it's not going down well.
If you're a parent you'll be familiar with children and what happens to them when you ignore bad behaviour... it becomes an exercise in cranking up the volume till you have no recourse but to deal with it...

Men are worse, and over the years I have perfected the art of switching off...

So it's been May 17th since I last had either the time or compulsion to say something...

There's been stomach flu, sleepless nights, nappies.... oh my! the nappies!! an invasion of monster roaches.. not in the nappies you understand.... from outside... at nighttime monster flying roaches suddenly appear from nowhere.... disgusting!

And I guess I'm in a funk, and having a period of "not wanting to be here right now" blues....

That's what happens when you're tea tastes manky....your spouse isn't behaving.... your floors need washing BADLY, and your life has become an ongoing and constant battle to feed a tribe on a shoestring and you barely see anything other than your own four walls....

Just to illustrate my point about time quite nicely, the above portion of this post was written about four days ago... I've only just been able to get back to finish the rest of it!!


Most of it is happily out of context now, dh is back in a good mood, tummy bug is moving on making it's way out of the house via other tummies, and my mood has lifted enough for me to not want to pack my bags and hijack the first boat going "home" .....


Who said hijrah would be easy huh?