Like one of those movies that starts at the end
July 18, 2008
I went home early on Tuesday and spent some wonderful time with the kids. That’s not sarcasm, it was real, funny and genuine. An enjoyable time. Usually I get home just in time to stop Jenny losing her mind and climbing the walls. The kids are usually tired and very emotional. When kids get tired, they lose their sense of reason (much like overseas call centres), you can talk and talk, beg and plead, but they’ll always go right back to the start and yes, start again. This is my number one bug-bear, having to repeat myself like a scratched record - over and over and over. It’s demoralising and bloody hard work.
As I’m sat there eating dinner I start to see the first signs of this madness from Bella and within minutes she’s in full blown self destruct mode and like a bout of athletes foot in the swimming club it starts ti infect the other kids and before you know it, Jen and I are sat at the table, surrounded by a cacophany that would should be used in hostage or siege situations to demoralise the hostage takers, instead of the Spice Girls greatest hits.
That’s when I realised that for months I’ve been coming in at the end of the movie. It was a strange sense of deja vu - I’d seen this scene over and over for weeks, and I had finally got to see the build up to it.
I miss my family.