The other half seems to have no guilt, no problem with living his life however he wants. Whether that be going to the gym straight after work, fitting in an early morning pilates session, running off to cricket practice, or going to the pub to sink a few pots and lay a few bets.
Maybe it's because i'm a mother and a good mother sticks to her duties of childrearing, playing with said child, telling bedtime stories and doing everything a good mother should. A part of you fears that if you step one toe outside the line and into normal adulthood you're going to be branded Janelle from 16 and Pregnant.
Slowly, slowly am I thrusting a schedule before him and saying this is what i'm doing, this is what's happening, you'll have to cancel cricket training. But it's his own fault, he encouraged me to do so in the first place.
So what have I done of late? I went and saw Christos Tziolkas introduce to us his book Barracuda (which between sickness and work I haven't had the chance to get stuck into.) Now there is a man who can only be described as generous. Then I went and saw David Simon give a talk about inequality in American Society as part of the Festival of Dangerous Ideas. It was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Now there's a man you'd want at your dinner table. Fascinating stuff. As a big fan of The Wire (watched the series three times now) as well as The Corner and Homicide, Life on the Streets it was akin to hearing a sort of God speak.
And did I mention, Donna Tartt's latest opus came out! The Goldfinch. Ah bless. Now I just need a holiday so I can read the damn thing.
On Wednesday I'm going drinking with my girlfriends. I was looking forward to this until I discovered it may just not be hotpant weather. A damn shame. If i'm going to get drunk and messy on a dance floor it should be in hotpants.
Other than that it's all work, work, work, work, work until Christmas time when we're leaving Melbourne to go spend time with family in Sydney. I have high illusions that before we go i'll be able to organise a "Winter Wonderland" themed party for the kidliwinks but who knows. For Little One's first birthday all I managed to do was order all the necessary food from Phillippa's and make some half arsed decorations. Her 2nd birthday was even more dismal with a plain, chocolate un-iced muffin pushed into her hand as I said goodbyes and I love you's as she made the way out the door for daycare. A total Janelle move that one.
I'm almost ready for this year to be over so I can do a whole bunch of things I've been planning to do:
- A weekend away in Clunes
- Party time and a breast enlargement in Thailand
- visit Adelaide for Writers Week
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