I’ve not had much to say recently.
I’ve been well. So well in fact that my psychologist sent me home half way through our session last week.
I’ve had nothing to complain about. I am very lucky and totes hashtag blessed.
(Whenever someone types the word hashtag they should by law be sneezed on by a snotty child.)
But because you, my readers, (yes that’s right plural) might have been missing me I thought I’d pop in and reassure you that all is well.
My husband was away last week and this week and next week and that’s okay. The travel is supposed to slow down after that.
I am volunteering for a bit each morning at my kids school. Not in my kids classes mind you as they would be too distracted by their love for me (asking me for lunch orders) to learn a thing.
I’ve been working with a class of 5 year olds. They are so sweet. They are learning so much and they are full of wonder.
Yesterday while learning to write their names 3 boys were talking about death and how you die when you’re 100.
One boy then pointed out that you can die when you’re a baby if you’re very sick. They thought about this for a while and decided that you could die anytime but not while you’re writing your name at school because then you’re not sick or old.
These 3 young boys then talked about getting married to girls and having babies. Then one said that boys sometimes love boys and have kids and they all nodded and went back to their writing.
We think kids need to learn from us but we need to learn from them.
There’s so little judgement unless it’s been rammed down their throats earlier.
There is kindness and silliness and pure excitement watching a YouTube video about the letter of the day.
Kids are allowed to laugh when one of their peers farts and put their noses down their tops.
Adults can’t do this.
Kids can look gorgeous leaving the house with some breakfast on their face and toothpaste on their shirt.
The other day I heard a young girl at school running to the toilets telling her friends that her wees had already started.
These are but a few of the reasons that kids are lovely… and need to be bathed regularly.
I am good.
I am enjoying spending time with other peoples kids and having the energy to still spend time with my own.
I like volunteering and going home whenever I need coffee and a nap.
I have nothing profound to share and nothing significant to add.
Except that the next generation are quite lovely. They are sensitive and smart and spill a lot of yoghurt.
There is doom and gloom everywhere. There are bad people and bad things and bad reasons for bad people doing the bad things.
But I’ve got 20 new friends who think that I’m funny and tell me so.
I’ve got 2 kids at home who think that I should get a job making seagull noises because I’m so good at it.
So yeah, I’m okay.