One of my favourite poems starts with the line…
Inexplicably, but hey it’s my blog, I’m using it to introduce a post about the exact opposite. The times that you plan a thing, you look forward to it, you second-guess everything that might go wrong… and somehow the wheels STILL fall off and you end up battling over – oooh, let’s say hair-combing – instead of getting out, and getting stuck in with something fulfilling and fun.
My partner tells me there’s ‘too much gardening’ on this blog. Well, the truth is, there would have been plenty more but I’ve made it up to Hawkwood with Ivy only about four times this year. There’s the journey. There’s naps. There’s chicken pox. There’s paid work… and then there’s The Mood. Hers… and mine…! It takes a lot of energy to have fun AND be useful, and sometimes we end up doing neither. It’s a bit like supporting a lower division team – you’re never assured of a fun 90 minutes when you set out.
I think these days frustrate me more than they do most people. I know they happen to everyone, and they’re perfectly normal, but it’s so frustrating to have someone else in control of the amount you’ll achieve in a day. It’s already taken me three whole years of adjustment, and I’m STILL learning.
I’m interested in what this wheels-fall-off stuff means for the groups that might want to involve me and my kid, and others like me. Just knowing that these chaos days happen is a start I guess – it wasn’t obvious to me ‘before’. Is it possible to shift tasks and roles slightly to take into account the more fluid nature of existing with a little one? Creating things to do that can be done by a diverse group of people for example, including both adults with and without kids? Regular things to do, but that can be done on flexible days perhaps.
How do we work round the fact there are many things to be done, and a willing army of people – big and small – to do them, but that some days, some of that army might possibly get waylaid by a poo emergency? SHOULD the co-ordinators be working around our poo emergencies, or should they ignore us ’til our kids are older?!
Feel free to throw in an idea or two! Parent, Grandparent, Aunt, Friend, Co-ordinator…