Entry: Over the Wild, wild Ocean Tuesday, February 24, 2009



You can imagine the chaos- the unraveling of the house, the slow collapse of all that is recognizably human. In a few short days I have gone from being the person I was- just the normal guy sitting next to you on the train- to being unhinged- like Kurtz in Apocalypse now, or some other equally deranged person.

See, Neen is away. For ten weeks.

I知 like a mad grown-up version of McCauley Caulkin in Home Alone, except for one thing: I知 not alone.

I have the three children.

At least, they were children. Now they are like feral creatures circling the outskirts of the forest, looking for a vulnerable place to attack. I知 onto their little games, I can read their menacing tactics, and outsmart them in an instant. I know how to suppress the fear of their sharp little teeth (ok, so maybe I forgot to order them to brush their teeth once or four times- so shoot me), their beady little eyes (ok, so maybe I have asked uncle TV to baby-sit while I ascend the Himalayas of ironing) and their wicked claws (No shame here- I have a thing about cutting their nails- Neen has always done it- I知 terrified of lopping off a tiny digit instead of an over-long talon).

 

By the time she returns we値l have devolved into hairy swamp creatures living off the green stuff in the sink and the back of the fridge.

 

I crave adult company, but because of the constant effort of speaking in a Barney the Dinosaur voice, I am unable to converse with people who are larger than hobbits. I nearly got arrested for trying to hug the postman the other day. Ok, so that痴 a lie, but he did say 蘇ello in a way that seemed to invite a bigger response than 蘇i.

 

Somehow the house has managed to rival the Cape Town landfill- I expect to find surgical waste and seagulls squabbling over chunks of decaying flesh in the lounge.

 

So, they値l find me, holding a home-made club fashioned from the decapitated torso of a Barbie doll, and signing my name in blood in the endless homework books. The children will be wearing crowns fashioned from take-out containers, and bickering over the borders to their kingdoms.

 

This parenting thing aint as easy as it looks.

   4 comments

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September 23, 2012   02:55 PM PDT
 
Blossom, actually should nothing to do with the season. A lot of time in his life is confused, find a better reason to let himself not to want to some other people think unimportant matters.
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totomel
April 21, 2009   01:35 PM PDT
 
you have an interesting blog here sir. with jokes and realizations in all the lines, i cant get enough of reading your posts. more power on taking care of the kids and clicking your keyboard as well. :)

can you have me linked here sir?thanks
scott
February 25, 2009   08:37 PM PST
 
Thanks, Brandy
I maaaaay have used a little poetic license here- the children and I are fine.
brandy101
February 25, 2009   06:51 PM PST
 
you will be fine, as will the kiddies.

Welcome back to blogworld, Scott!

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