I don't quite know where this week went, to be honest. I remember it involved a little shopping, a little cleaning and a lot of cooking, but I don't seem to have much to show for it.
I do know one thing though. On the very few occasions that I haven't written something good about the Father of This Lot, the whole situation has seemed to take a dramatic shift in a downhill direction. (I wonder if there's a lesson there)?
If he gets it right with me, it all goes wrong with the kids.
If he gets it right with the kids, it all goes wrong with me.
At the moment, he's getting it right with the kids.
However, I remain unperturbed. Today is St. Anthony's feastday. We're very big on St. Anthony in this house - the Football Fanatic being the greatest devotee. I have called him on myself on too many occasions to count, and even the Father of This Lot turns to him when things get a bit rough.
He is particularly invoked by most people when things go missing.
I'm getting on to him right now.
Perhaps he'll be able to point me in the right direction to find my sense of humour, peace, hope and possibly my will to live.