Family life this week….
Firstly, I killed a flask.
These are the beautiful little remains – kind of like the bottom of my Christmas bauble box (no matter how well I wrap the little suckers up!)
It’s not the first time I’ve murdered a flask, but it’s usually by sloppy flask-care, dropping it from a height and such. This one I killed by over cleaning, thereby proving the point that there IS such a thing as TOO MUCH CLEANING, and a flask exploding in your kitchen first thing in the morning like a firecracker could be the result.
And when I say over cleaning, I wasn’t even being particularly vigorous, just pushed the long handled brush in there a couple of times and …..BANG!…..one dead flask.
It later transpired that the BANG! and my scream of surprise was heard by Plumber Husband and both daughters. Eldest and Youngest daughter assumed that since I was still standing there in the kitchen, (albeit in shock), that I was okay and no further action was required. Plumber Husband assumed that since I hadn’t called for help, I didn’t need any.
Me: “And what if I’d just been electrocuted or something?”
Plumber Husband: “That’s okay – You’d finished my sandwiches.”
No flask of tea that day, though, MWAH HA HA!
Later on, and not to be outdone, our Bertie killed a wooden spoon.
This was a special spoon: seeped in juicy Jalfrezi sauce from our evening curry; not too hot; still a little meaty; and given to him while I was out doing my taxi driving stint. When I returned from dropping the non-paying customers at one of their many activities….this was what I found.
Like a stick.
Which he doesn’t get.
Because I know how dangerous it is to give dogs sticks.
And so I had to watch him like a hawk to make sure he wasn’t sick, and the next day too.
He’s fine BTW.
And despite these little upsets, and the piles of laundry backed up from our week away in London, and the back log of paperwork etc etc etc…..despite all this – I’m still on target with my Nanowrimo novel. Thus proving to me that:
a) I can make time for writing.
b) I can make time for writing – even if family life throws a few crises my way
c) Too much cleaning is not good for you – and might end up backfiring in your kitchen first thing in the morning!
What about you? How do you find juggling family life with writing?
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