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I have started this blog so many times…

The story comes from my now 10 year old Baby Dragon (yes, my children are all from days of yore). She was listening to Peter and the Wolf one day when she was maybe 2 or 3… there’s a part where the narrator is describing the instruments and what they represent… and he said “and the duck, by the oboe…” to which she piped up – How silly! Ducks don’t have elbows!

One of those gorgeous kid memories… at the time, I needed a title for a blog and that became it. This blog has passed through many themes, but ultimately, it has always been about my kids…

So here I am… once again writing my first blog post.

I’ll see how I go once more writing a mummy blog – as trite as that seems to be in this world… This is for me. Maybe for my kids one day.

I have Miss Princess, who wants to be a Belle, but is secretly a Merida – currently 17 and just finished school last week – already struggling with the realities of life – that if you want money, you need to work… and that can actually mean 5 days a week… and that you can’t just be too tired… or skip it and go to the beach or shopping… Ah… life…

Fifteen year old Master Knight who enjoys telling me all the things I do wrong – he’s helpful like that. He’s my extremist. Going through life with a strong sense of right and wrong, black and white… hacking at anything in the way to protect what he thinks is right… not always realising, or being open to the idea, that maybe he has it wrong… or maybe there is grey…

The 10 year old Baby Dragon breathes fire when you least expect it. People tell me she’s a garden fairy, skipping through life in the flower bed… but they haven’t seen the twinkle in the eye… felt the stillness in her breath when annoyed… This one is my sleeping dragon, lazily watching the world with a half opened eye… until you poke and prod her enough… then, snap! You are burned to a crisp, bitten in half.

The Wizard is my dragged up fourth child… currently 8 years in age… He doesn’t follow the rules, and doesn’t deign to even argue them with you. He simply creates his own rules and his own magic.

I am mother dragon, of course – protective of my brood… but the moniker was actually given by their father who referred to me constantly as the old dragon to them… I twisted it so long ago… Who wouldn’t want to be a dragon?!? Who wouldn’t want to soar above the world, snapping in half or burning to a crisp, anyone who annoys them?!? A dragon is never, ever an insult. And so… our characters were sorted… and the personalities seem to still sit well…

There’s a definite record here…

I have quite a lot of guilt associated with being ill… and if I trace it, I’m sure it comes back to my childhood…

Everything cones back to our childhood 🙄

I wasn’t allowed to be sick as a child… i remember being in trouble and yelled at, so id try really hard not to…

And then, as an adult, I continued going to work unless I was dying…

then I was married and my husband often commented on what a sickly person I was and how he couldn’t understand how I’d ever made it through childhood…

Then I had a job that once again made me feel terrible for being sick… I came in with coughing fits and vomiting and they still begrudged me having time off…

But then I quit that job as I’d quit so many other people and parts of my life… and I kept quitting people… particularly the ones who would ‘chip’ away at me for things like being sick or injured…

when I had the injections last year, the specialist couldn’t believe I was still walking… and I can look back to so many similar times when I should have rested and healed, but instead forged through because… well, because.

And the thing is, we all know this – if you rest, you get over it faster. Your body can heal. If you’re injured and you push through, you compound the injury until years later, you need injections… or you have ongoing pain…

I’m still torn between both worlds though… the resting one that I know is right, and the guilt of spending 18 hours asleep – and knowing it was actually more than that as the Fitbit doesn’t record my sleep well…

If someone would like to bring me a cup of tea…

I don’t get many of these lazy Sundays anymore… I can’t even remember the last one I had. The kids are preoccupied doing something – I’m not checking… The cat has snuggled in to sleep rather than meowing erratically to be let in then out again… I’ve done the domestic goddess thing… I’ve been out shopping… given quality time to each of the chicks… I’ve dozed between chapters this afternoon… and it’s only 3…