steffanmacmillan
Day 23
DAY TWENTY THREE Today's pic is another taken at the Horniman Museum the other day, Carys seems to be whispering a complicated joke to Sarah.
4.15am Carys rises early again with a very enthusiastic demeanour, she waves to me when I first eyeball her I grunt back through my nostrils, my teeth are two gritted for the grunt to escape. I am more tired than yesterday, I put the telly on and let that entertain her, she stands up against the screen with her head placed firmly against it.
6.00am She is very tired and wants to go back to sleep, she is doing her best to mimic an air raid siren, perhaps I’ll lend her to the local Anti Aircraft Battery in the next war, probably when the Iranians send over suicide flying squirrels.
6.30am She turns down her mushabix and kiwi fruit breakfast, I have now deduced that she doesn’t like Kiwi fruit. She also licked a chicken drummer and contorted her face so much that the wind may have changed, I have now deduced that she doesn’t like my special chicken drummers, I flavoured it with caraway seeds, paprika and mint so perhaps that may have put her off, I’ll try drumming it into her in a few days time.
8.15am Sarah departs for work and Carys is very tired and starts complaining, I takje her to harry moody Park to change her mood, she loves the swings and she changes to happy cutey bunny type baby, success.
9.50am I finally give in to her complaints and allow her to nap, I have waited this long as I think it’s best for her to be over-tired in the morning rather than before evening bedtime. Which I think is the source of her terrible relationship with the land of nod this past week. I also nap with her, much needed, this has been the most demanding day so far as all the hours that I owe mother nature have caught up with me, I am slightly down in mood, this is not helped by the intense manly outing I had in Twickers the other day too.
11.30am Carys wakes me up from my nap! I’m still tired, I prepare lunch of ungarnished mushabix.
1.20pm Jason from KFH (Kentucky Fried House) comes round to value the flat, he gives it a lower value than the other estate agent did from Haart, this adds to my melancholy. He also talks about the commerce side of the housing thing, where really I’m more interested in just finding a house and a garden, where Carys can enetertain herself and I can install some electronically driven swings that push her themselves, and free me up to have more naps.
1.55pm I go to the toilet for a quick wazz, but when I re-emerge to the lounge I find I cannot push the door open, 2nd try opens it, Carys has pushed the chair up against the door. To shut me in and stop me from spoiling her fun of drinking from adult glasses and banging cupboard doors.
2.00pm Jason leaves and I quickly rush to Peckham Rye Park playroup before the estate agent from Acorn arrives at 3.00pm, I sense a bunch of cackling badly dressed haggard fat mums looking at me as I enter the playgroup, are thewy laughing at me and poking fun, perhaps so, perhaps not. I ignore them and take Carys to the library section where she plays with an abacus quite vigourously, she is obviously working out how much money she is costing the family by disabling one of her parents from the wagemill. I meet a bloke there who is a full time nanny (should be ‘Unky’) for his two year old nephew, fantastic job, caring for your own nephew and getting paid for it! He said he felt a bit guilty for taking money from his brother but is skint all the time, as the pay isn’t that great, and he’ll be out of a job in a year when the toddler starts nursery, I told him to join a union and to put in for a fat redundancy package. Carys crawls through a 5 foot metal tunnel about 15 or 16 times, she doesn’t get bord I have to prise her away and race back to the flat ready for Acorn estate agent manager to come round and value the flat.
2.55pm Giles comes round to value the flat, he’s the manager – a nice touch, and I feel I have something in common with him he used to be a designer too, again he complements me on the artwork on my walls (www.alphabetclub.com/hb1.html). Is flattery a bog standard estate agent technique I wonder? I have also figured out that they overprice your property to flatter the vendors too, so that you end up putting your pad on the market with them and then cannot sell it later as it’s too overpriced. Carys keeps grabbing the notes out of his file and scrunching them up, she also tries to steal the birol from his fingers but he doesn’t let go, he is obviously straining to hold on to it but not showing it on his face, She eventually finds the strength to grab it from him and his fingers unfurl quickly, thus proving that he was holding on to it like it was a golden Parker calculator pen or something posh like that. Carys looks me in the eye with a victorious grin on her toothy face, I then look the estate agent in the eye and quip ‘Bad luck pal’.
4.00pm Giles from Acorn leaves.
4.15pm Sarah arrives home, thank god, this has been the mentally hardest day of fatherhood since I’ve been looking after Carys, what a relief, I didn’t enjoy it today, I feel like the novelty has worn off.
5.00pm I make dinner.
5.30pm I dust the nursery and lounge/kithcn, and the master bedroom, I then hoover too. ‘A house husbands work is never done’ rings true in my ears.
6.15pm The bathwater drains away and she gently prods the whirlpool, then she walks up and down the soapy bath tub to practice her walking, this spells D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S, so I whip her out quickly, it seems more and more harmless activities are turning into life threatening hazards since she has become a stand-up type of primate.
7.15pm I shower and pyjama, then I notice people outside wearing T-Shirts and walking to their evening leisure activities like boozing, dining and promenading around the place like their in ‘Bronx Warriors’ or ‘Grease’ everyone wears a uniform around here, belonging to this cult or gang or wahatever..
8.00pm I wash the dishes and kitchen surfaces and floors.
8.30pm I retire a beaten man.
Day 23
DAY TWENTY THREE Today's pic is another taken at the Horniman Museum the other day, Carys seems to be whispering a complicated joke to Sarah.
4.15am Carys rises early again with a very enthusiastic demeanour, she waves to me when I first eyeball her I grunt back through my nostrils, my teeth are two gritted for the grunt to escape. I am more tired than yesterday, I put the telly on and let that entertain her, she stands up against the screen with her head placed firmly against it.
6.00am She is very tired and wants to go back to sleep, she is doing her best to mimic an air raid siren, perhaps I’ll lend her to the local Anti Aircraft Battery in the next war, probably when the Iranians send over suicide flying squirrels.
6.30am She turns down her mushabix and kiwi fruit breakfast, I have now deduced that she doesn’t like Kiwi fruit. She also licked a chicken drummer and contorted her face so much that the wind may have changed, I have now deduced that she doesn’t like my special chicken drummers, I flavoured it with caraway seeds, paprika and mint so perhaps that may have put her off, I’ll try drumming it into her in a few days time.
8.15am Sarah departs for work and Carys is very tired and starts complaining, I takje her to harry moody Park to change her mood, she loves the swings and she changes to happy cutey bunny type baby, success.
9.50am I finally give in to her complaints and allow her to nap, I have waited this long as I think it’s best for her to be over-tired in the morning rather than before evening bedtime. Which I think is the source of her terrible relationship with the land of nod this past week. I also nap with her, much needed, this has been the most demanding day so far as all the hours that I owe mother nature have caught up with me, I am slightly down in mood, this is not helped by the intense manly outing I had in Twickers the other day too.
11.30am Carys wakes me up from my nap! I’m still tired, I prepare lunch of ungarnished mushabix.
1.20pm Jason from KFH (Kentucky Fried House) comes round to value the flat, he gives it a lower value than the other estate agent did from Haart, this adds to my melancholy. He also talks about the commerce side of the housing thing, where really I’m more interested in just finding a house and a garden, where Carys can enetertain herself and I can install some electronically driven swings that push her themselves, and free me up to have more naps.
1.55pm I go to the toilet for a quick wazz, but when I re-emerge to the lounge I find I cannot push the door open, 2nd try opens it, Carys has pushed the chair up against the door. To shut me in and stop me from spoiling her fun of drinking from adult glasses and banging cupboard doors.
2.00pm Jason leaves and I quickly rush to Peckham Rye Park playroup before the estate agent from Acorn arrives at 3.00pm, I sense a bunch of cackling badly dressed haggard fat mums looking at me as I enter the playgroup, are thewy laughing at me and poking fun, perhaps so, perhaps not. I ignore them and take Carys to the library section where she plays with an abacus quite vigourously, she is obviously working out how much money she is costing the family by disabling one of her parents from the wagemill. I meet a bloke there who is a full time nanny (should be ‘Unky’) for his two year old nephew, fantastic job, caring for your own nephew and getting paid for it! He said he felt a bit guilty for taking money from his brother but is skint all the time, as the pay isn’t that great, and he’ll be out of a job in a year when the toddler starts nursery, I told him to join a union and to put in for a fat redundancy package. Carys crawls through a 5 foot metal tunnel about 15 or 16 times, she doesn’t get bord I have to prise her away and race back to the flat ready for Acorn estate agent manager to come round and value the flat.
2.55pm Giles comes round to value the flat, he’s the manager – a nice touch, and I feel I have something in common with him he used to be a designer too, again he complements me on the artwork on my walls (www.alphabetclub.com/hb1.html). Is flattery a bog standard estate agent technique I wonder? I have also figured out that they overprice your property to flatter the vendors too, so that you end up putting your pad on the market with them and then cannot sell it later as it’s too overpriced. Carys keeps grabbing the notes out of his file and scrunching them up, she also tries to steal the birol from his fingers but he doesn’t let go, he is obviously straining to hold on to it but not showing it on his face, She eventually finds the strength to grab it from him and his fingers unfurl quickly, thus proving that he was holding on to it like it was a golden Parker calculator pen or something posh like that. Carys looks me in the eye with a victorious grin on her toothy face, I then look the estate agent in the eye and quip ‘Bad luck pal’.
4.00pm Giles from Acorn leaves.
4.15pm Sarah arrives home, thank god, this has been the mentally hardest day of fatherhood since I’ve been looking after Carys, what a relief, I didn’t enjoy it today, I feel like the novelty has worn off.
5.00pm I make dinner.
5.30pm I dust the nursery and lounge/kithcn, and the master bedroom, I then hoover too. ‘A house husbands work is never done’ rings true in my ears.
6.15pm The bathwater drains away and she gently prods the whirlpool, then she walks up and down the soapy bath tub to practice her walking, this spells D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S, so I whip her out quickly, it seems more and more harmless activities are turning into life threatening hazards since she has become a stand-up type of primate.
7.15pm I shower and pyjama, then I notice people outside wearing T-Shirts and walking to their evening leisure activities like boozing, dining and promenading around the place like their in ‘Bronx Warriors’ or ‘Grease’ everyone wears a uniform around here, belonging to this cult or gang or wahatever..
8.00pm I wash the dishes and kitchen surfaces and floors.
8.30pm I retire a beaten man.