My husband is a financial journalist. He writes about business, he writes about the economy and sometimes, when it is a slow news day, he gets to help out on the sports desk and cover sporting events too. Mainly football matches. On Saturday afternoons. When his team are playing. Funny that…
I think it is a pretty cool job, although it does take him away from home from time to time.
This week, he was assigned to be at The World Economic Forum in Davos, while I took on the solo parenting gig at home.
While my husband was busy interviewing Seb Coe about ticketing arrangements for the Olympics, chatting to Imran Khan about playing for the Dulwich 7th XI team (yes, he really said it. Out loud.) and running into Sarah Brown in restaurants; I was busy coaxing a two & a half year old down from an almighty strop because I dared ask him to brush his teeth/brush his hair/get in the bath/get out of the bath/get dressed/put shoes on/give me a cuddle.
We had a complete meltdown one morning because I wouldn’t let him watch Ben & Holly’s Little Kingdom until after he got dressed. I was chasing his little naked bottom all over the house for a good 20 minutes. He is quite speedy when all fired up.
I will not go into what happened on the day we ran out of cheerios and he had to choose between only cornflakes, rice krispies, porridge, weetabix, raisin toast, crumpets or a bagel instead.
It is a wonder that I was not late for work myself, but as this was also the week that Zachy decided to trial a 5am wake-up call, we have had plenty of wiggle room in the schedule for the odd tantrum, or twelve.
Anyway, it has not been too bad at all really and I have quite enjoyed my time with Zachy, when he has been behaving nicely.
The evenings have been lovely and quiet. It has been quite novel to have the remote control all to myself and be able to watch Eastenders, Masterchef and America’s Next Top Model on realtime TV. I’ve also taken full advantage of being able to stretch out across the entire bed and have my pick of pillows. I managed to find a bit of time to catch up on what I’d missed over on twitter and even retweeted a few of my husband’s tweets from Davos, so I like to think I was also doing my bit for the global agenda.
So, just an average week for me really. Lots of early nights, early starts and possibly a blog post about toddler tantrums out of it.
Then yesterday, I woke up with Zachy as usual. We came downstairs, made a cup of tea and I switched on the laptop.
My inbox was full of Twitter notifications of new followers. Eh?!
I logged on to Twitter and could not work it out and then I looked in my ‘mentions’ and saw this:
After I had picked myself up off the floor, I called the Greek God(zilla) to tell him, but he was not feeling too chatty with his hangover.
I danced all the way to the office and held court in the kitchen relaying my celebrity twitter mention. Just as the attention was beginning to dip, I received a SECOND MENTION on twitter.
So, what do you do when Sarah Brown tweets to 1, 176, 229 followers about your little family blog?
Well, I couldn’t watch. As soon as my inbox started pinging with mentions and notifications again, I went out for a little walk around the block.
And, THANK YOU.