It’s occurred to me today that being at home when the small ones are at school is enough to send the sanest of people a little bit mad.
Ok, ok, the fact I could ever be declared completely sane and normal is a debatable point.
You know that film, Shirley Valentine, where the lead character, Shirley, has her walls to talk to every day?
There comes a certain point when you start to sympathise with her and know exactly where’s she coming from.
Things you might catch yourself doing when no-one else is around:
- putting some silly music on while you’re doing the housework and doing the dance moves to them.
- Reading your magazine upside down a’la Luna Lovegood in the Harry Potter series.
- talking out loud to yourself (it’s only when you start to answer yourself back or have an argument with yourself you need to start worrying. Apparently.)
Or doing things that make you question your sanity such as having a cup of tea and forgetting to take the teabag out, then wondering why it tastes so strong.
Only realising why when you get to the bottom and find the offending teabag, Doh.
Or looking everywhere for a loaf of bread you’ve just bought, and finding it the next day under the sink with the dishwasher tablets and the washing powder. Ermmmm..Suddenly that wall talking thing is starting to look a lot saner than I thought back when I first watched it…