Thursday, 7 February 2008

Temporary Amnesia

I peruse the TV guide and I often think, Hmm, that program sounds interesting and thought-provoking, I must remember to stay up and watch it.

Or I see 2008 theatre subscriptions advertised and wonder why I haven’t taken up such a good offer before now.

Or I say to myself I simply must pay a visit to that little chocolaterie and indulge myself while I relax on their comfy leather sofa, Dahling.

Or I promise that tonight I’m going to sit down and write the blog post that will have everyone urinating with uncontrollable laughter, garner me instant worldwide fame and twelve book deals, and win the first ever Pulitzer Prize for blogging.

And then I remember that I have children.

4 comments:

littlesnoring said...

I hear you....

Nightmare, the little leaches suck the life out of you. And when they do eventually leave home, you will be so brain dead it will be no use to you or anyone else.

Jules said...

Oh I know!!

What I would give just to do what I wanted for a day.

Just one day.

jan said...

Mine have flown the nest, but it's good to know they will help me if I call on them. And it's good that I don't have to call on them.

Funny though how time blots out the parts that weren't so good in the past.

Lonie Polony said...

Hello ladies, thanks for the moral support! Not that I'm complaining, mind you - my children are all very much wanted and loved - but I seriously do experience these instances of forgetfulness every so often. I can't really remember what life was like with no children, and money to fritter away...