This was a post about being a “not now” mum. You know, like the mum and dad in Not Now Bernard. It was about how Tom got that book for his second birthday and I vowed never to be the kind of parent who says “not now” but about how it’s really hard not to do that when you’ve just got so much to do. Sometimes, I’m a “not now” mum, a “hmm” mum and a “yes, very good” mum.
In the post, I wrote about how Tom had been to see Oliver with his Auntie.
“Was it good?” I yawned the next morning, swinging my legs out of bed and scanning the floor for something passable to wear. The cat mounted my shoulders and yowled in my ear.
“Yes it was ace. But Bill Sykes killed a Nazi.”
“Good,” I said.
Hang on, I thought, shrugging off the cat, Dickens wasn’t around in World War II. And I’m not supposed to say ‘good’ about murder, of anyone.
“WHAT?!” I said, at exactly the same time Tom said “GOOD?!”
“It was Nancy. Bill Sykes killed Nancy. Got a bit mixed up there, Mum.”
Anyway, there was more in the original version of this post, about how I think our brains only have the capacity to think about a certain amount of things at once, so when your brain’s going: ‘Work, dinner money, uniform, shin pads, Beavers, friends, birthday presents, food shop, swimming, bills, cat litter, book writing, hoovering, reading record, swimming, nits, school plays, washing up, Egypt fancy dress, cobwebs, drama club, no toilet roll, bedtime story, dirty pots…’ it can be difficult not to go “hmmm” when your child asks you how many grains of sand there are on a beach, or if a zillion is really a number, or if Edwin Starr is still alive, or what colours are on the flag for Luxembourg.
Christ knows how people manage with more than one.
The post said all of this, but then I managed to delete it right after posting it and then it was Monday and it was work and school and hobbies and I didn’t have a chance to write it again. I can’t remember how it went, but the main thing was the ending…
Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote Sunshine on a Sofa Day to try to win us a Thomson Al Fresco holiday? Well, it worked, I won! Come summer, thanks to Al Fresco and Tots100 Tom and I are off to a beautiful beach in the South of France. One week, just the two of us, no “not nows”, no “hmms”, no “yes very goods.” We can’t wait. We’re going to have a brilliant time. I’m really looking forward to relaxing by the sea and giving Tom my complete and undivided attention. (But I’m not counting grains of sand.)