On having nothing to say.
I’ve fallen into that trap that I always told myself would never happen. In polite company I have nothing else to talk about apart from my children. I gave up my office job in April of this year and shared a great summer with the family, my wife was on maternity leave and Galla was on school holidays. It was great just the four of us.
Since my wife has returned to work, the proper day job has started for me and my days are filled with organising my girls. Getting them up, fed and watered, taking to nursery school and various other classes and groups. Organising feeding has become more busy now that Georgie is weaning (great fun though, she’s really enjoying the new experience of all the new foods she’s getting).
We went out at the weekend to visit my wife’s cousin and his family, they have new baby boy as well as a little girl, 6 months younger than Galla. While my wife and the other grown ups talked shop (they work in the same industry) I found myself struggling to join in. I can’t even talk about whether I’ve been able to get out on the bike recently, I haven’t.
But of course when it comes to the children there’s always something to say, they are always interested in how Galla is coming along as their little girl will soon be going through the same thing. I’m an expert on tantrums, potty training and playing with duplo.
I related this conundrum to my friends, they assured me that talking about work is boring; current affairs are where it’s at:
- The uplift in the popularity of Brazilian bum lifts
- Anything to do with the Kardashians
Now did you see who got booted out of Strictly at the weekend? I mean, it’s a travesty, i’d like to have a word with those judges…..etc…etc.