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What a Difference A Week Makes

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

Last week I was full of the joys of Spring.  This week has been the complete opposite.

Let’s start with my new mobile phone.  If you’ve read my previous blogs you’ll know that I should have a restraining order when it comes to being allowed to own a mobile phone. 

After losing two and my husband’s (which I backtracked to and found in a ditch!) I was bought a new mobile phone.  I’ve only had it a few weeks and yesterday I couldn’t find it -oh no!

Not to worry, my husband did, but, with a lovely new crack across the screen.  Don’t even ask.

Also, forgot my son’s swimming gear for school, along with dinner money and various other forms, which I managed to sort just in time.

And we have a stinky fridge!  Milk has been spilled and despite my husband having cleaned it, it pongs.  Had to take drastic action last night and empty it and defrost the whole thing to try and find the cause or at least where that bit of milk is still lurking.  Any suggestions, please tell me.

Oh yes and I have a stinking cold again.  The office where I work is very environmentally friendly.  So much so they have turned the heating down by 1 degree.  Doesn’t sound a lot but in this weather it does seem to make quite a difference.

If you want the heating turned up, you have to call a man who comes in and swings his thing about the office.  Don’t get excited, it’s far from a diet coke break.

I explained that I had been frozen the previous day and that normally I’m the one taking my cardigan off.  He pointed out to me, much to my sarcastic amazement, that it’s colder where I sit because my desk is by a window.  Eureka, I had never noticed - duh!

Okay Einstein, just turn the sodding heating up.  I took a blanket into work the next day just in case and yesterday wore three layers.

Have you seen that advert where the woman loves the smell of her clothes so much, she puts everything on - that will be me by the end of the week!

However, to lift the week greatly I have been approached by a new writer to start producing a great topic for this site. 

I am really excited about that.  More details to follow and hopefully start seeing some blogs through in a couple of weeks.

Also take a look at Emma’s Dilemmas latest blog, if you have children you may appreciate it, it’s called Stop Being Childish.

Stop Being Childish

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

I really wish I could be one of those very laid back mums but something in my genes makes me a little (okay a lot) uptight.  It’s not even over the important things.

They never tell you in the parent manuals that sometimes when you have children you still feel like a child yourself.  There are times I want to have the biggest tantrum and walk out the front door (slamming it on the way of course) to make everyone realise how important I am. 

Three things here.  I’m not as important as I think I should be. I am the adult.  And, finally I probably wouldn’t even be missed.  You also have to think ahead to what the children may say at school after the weekend.

Teacher: "Okay children I would like you to tell me what you did over the weekend?"

Child: "My mom left home and slammed the door!"

Sounds reeeaaalllyy good doesn’t it?

I even admit to asking my son what to do sometimes.  But in this case it’s because he is very sensible and more often than not knows better than I do.  He is intelligent and older than his years. 

This can of course be bloody frustrating as he does have an answer for everything and he isn’t even into double figures for his age yet.  I swear he’s been on this planet before. 

When he was younger he used to say things about his previous life and linked himself to my father (who passed away before he was born).  Even the health visitor who used to come and see me said he’d been here before as he was so aware of his surroundings.

I am a believer in reincarnation and the spiritual side of things, but when you have someone standing in front of you that tells you of a previous life it is a little spooky.

I therefore watched, the other night, with utter fascination, a programme all about this very subject.  I have to say it really made me cry.  They had this gorgeous little boy called Cameron, who was convinced he had been part of another life.  His home was in Glasgow and he kept talking about his other house in Barra, which he had never been to before.

His mom, who I thought was fantastic, took him to Barra with an expert on this type of behaviour and to cut a long story short, they found the house he had talked about and traced it back to people that had owned the house.  Everything he had described was there, even down to a black and white dog.

I had been doing my usual programme flicking, looking for something mundane to watch when I came across it - ’The Boy Who Lived Before’ - and it was well worth watching.

For me it was Cameron’s reaction on finding the house that made me reach for the tissues.  He just went really quiet absorbing everything around him.  Along with the fact that how his mum handled the situation and how she gently questioned him was very touching.

So I don’t knock it and now I wish I’d taken more notice or written down things my son used to say to me. They say that at school age children tend to start forgetting about their previous life as they get absorbed into their new life.  For the full story on Cameron click here.

And now it’s too late to really check it out.