Adventures in Babysitting
Of course, with it being summer holidays and all, I'm at Kellies. No, not "still" but again. No, I'm not even thinking about what happens when the kids go back, but we'll see.
As for the subject at hand, I am currently sitting in Canvey, in Kellies lounge, on my trusty old laptop. My internet access has been spotty of late, and those around that have wireless networks are rather tight, and have it secure. Of course, now I've remembered my mobile internet, I can connect till my heart is content.
Granted, I'm connecting to the WWW at "up to 2mb" but it's better than nuffin.
Kellie is currently out with her school chums, and her youngest is upstairs, probably cowering in fear from me sitting down here in the offical role as "Babysitter" Clearly, my presence is enough to keep any kid in bed. Even if I AM sitting with Cartoon Network on, watching Billy & Mandy. I know, I'm a party animal.
But I do have a cold beer.
Anyways, the last couple of days - as much as I hate to say the same shit over and over - I've had my head wandering around Guys Hospital. I'm not sure why it's happening - it's not like I've been sitting here thinking about it on purpose, but there it is. Last night we watched a movie, and considering it was a random Japanese horror (The Eye - really not scary), the very last thing I expected to see what a little girl in hospital being shocked with a defibrillator, then her ghost talking away about how she's now better off and so on...
So, despite feeling a bit icky, today I helped Kellie rearrange a couple of rooms, dragging furniture, dusting, vacuuming - and this evening, I feel quite a bit better. I'm hoping that by being busy today and stuff I will sleep well tonight.
And lastly - Kellie makes a most excellent Chicken Curry. Om nom, and indeed, nom.
Name: Dan English
3 Responses to “Adventures in Babysitting”
And weeeere off! Good to have you blogging yer arse off again Dan ;) and glad you were enjoying yourself.
I know what you mean about bad events playing like an old record in your head - round and round, especially when you're not expecting it and it jumps up and bites you on the bum.
Sometimes talking to an expert helps to process it. I've just signed up for some. Seen it work wonders for others who initially poo-poo'd it.
Tell me to shutup - go on.
When we first lost Bethy, we saw a specialist - bereavement counselling, I believe the term was. To be honest, I was sceptical talking to a stranger about it, and was right - it didn't make anyone feel any better, and just got harder and harder as time went on.
I find my best outlet has been blogging, or late-night conversations with crazy people ;)
Of course - you have to do whatever suits you. You certainly come across as being pretty damned sorted.
You've even helped me without realising - I've drooped over here to read your blog, feeling a bit miz, read some crap you've just been through....yet you just take the piss out of yourself - encouraged me to give myself a good kick up the bum and start laughing. So perhaps I should be paying YOU for therapy? Nah! I'm broke as well, sorry, but thanks.:-D
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