Will Linda please get in touch with me....?

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Ghin in carseat...

Hi there, i have been hoping that Linda will get in touch with me cos i've lost her number. If she still reads this blog PLEASE give me mobile a call - or else email me with your number!!

The kids are all asleep now. I have just done the last of the dishes. Last night at the dinner, pple were making fun of people who were overly concerned with household chores. I just kept quiet...i'm one of those people now, overly concerned with household chores. But you know what, i don't care - however i'm still not confident enough to defend it yet. You see, after i read Shambala, there was this bit which said that having things tidy - even if it is just a corner that's tidy which you can retreat to, is you showing yourself respect. I thought, yeah, i need to show myself respect. And so keeping things tidy is part of that.

And the hall way is extremely respectful now. Whenever Oisin comes home now, he's gotten into the habit of taking off his shoes and putting it neatly on the shoerack. He hangs up his coat. Occassionally, i do need to remind him, but if there is one part of the house that's tidy, it's the hall.

My take on things is this: if you can't keep your own house clean, how are you expected to run the rest of the world. Start at home first. Get it right there and then move on. Don't get me wrong, Martha Stewart my home is not, but i try, i really do. Been back running after a dreadful two-day attack of the flu which left me thinking i was about to expire. I always think of myself as a Phosphorous personality type in homeopathy, but when i get ill and think i'm about to die while simultaneously having the urge to clean the bedroom, i imagine Arsinicum is probably more like it. It was so awful that i was on the Nurofen for 48 hours. I no longer bother with trying to be a hero when i have the flu. Take painkillers and sleep. No point toughing it out - but i do rest. Ghin did not catch it off me, probably because he was still being breastfed.

Disgusting story of the day...i've noticed how Ghin loves watching the sparrows and robins come to the tree which used to have a full birfeeder about a year ago. For some reason they still come and i thought, i need to fill the feeder now. So this afternoon, after lunch Oisin and i went to the shed to unearth the bag of birdfeed which i had lying in there for almost a year. Except that as soon as we opened the shed the pungent smell of mice piss hit us hard. Dear god Oisin, i said, with Ghin strapped to my chest in a sling, i think we may have mice. This of course turned out to be an understatement. When we hauled out the bag, not only was it lighter, on account of all the sunflower seeds having been husked, it was also reeking of mice. And the bag was filled with mice droppings as well. Mice eat and shit in the same place, obviously. Strangely they had not touched any of the other seeds - well, they did eat the wheat as well. But the quinoa, corn, etc. That was untouched. We threw the bag away seeing how no self-respecting bird was going to eat it. In order to recover from the trauma, i suggested we take a walk in Stormont Park and forage for pinecones to make fat balls. This we did. And it really was so beautiful with all the trees looking darker and shiny after the rains. But for hours after that i could NOT get the smell of mice piss out of my head. Where are the blighters now eh? i wonder. This is when i do miss the cats.

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