I guess that should be the title of this blog. I am almost the sole carer of my two children. Almost 24/7. My partner works away a lot, and pops around for fleeting visits once or twice a week. With him away from home, I am in charge of two helpless human being, who are lovable, messy and unpredicatble, who throw up, throw tantrums or simply pee on the throw. The older one has been ill for a couple of days and so banned from attending his nursery or any other social gatherings. This meant social exclusion for me for many many hours in a row. Today my frustration with the domestic imprisonment with kiddy babbling for entertainment peaked, and I threw a tantrum of my own. Surely, I am just a human being, in fact a temperamental toddler in strangly overstretched, wrinkly skin and suprisingly dry pants. Smashed a bottle of milk against the wall (thank God they are plastic in this country- the bottles I mean, not the walls)and ..well probably will stop writng now lest any social workers or health visitors read this and decide to pay you a visit. I want to assure only that neither of my children shared the fate of the milk bottle, neither flew so far as the wall..
It's quite uncanny how much total strangers feel empowered to interefere in your life, here in the UK. Especially, when you have children. Or, on second thoughts, probably only when you have children, and the intereference is all about the children, for their good, for their sake and in their interest. Otherwise you are left alone..whether you want it or not.
