My first blog

Well. here it is - my first blog. Why I have chosen tonight to start I do not know. Its so noisy around here I can hardly think. The amount of times I have had to get up, see to a child, deal with a problem and answer the phone in the last fifteen minutes has my head swimming. A sensible person would have given up, curled up on the couch and joined the kids in watching the DVD they have just put on. Its only an hour away from the BIG GAME - the final one of the World Cup and they are sleeping in the lounge tonight. It takes a lot of noise and bickering to organise these things when you are 9, 10 and 12.

 For the last week it has been so peaceful around here. My  19 yr old is now at her art course in Wellington and it has just been me and Daniel at home. I've had time to lose myself in my own thoughts, read and take long walks along the river.  I've hardly cooked and been able to sort out cupboards, clean in dark corners, visit friends and think about starting this blog.

 But tonight that was all over when H and A arrived home after three weeks visiting relatives in Auckland. The adjustment period is loud, chaotic and emotionally draining. The three of them are bouncing off each other as they reset  boundaries, re-establish pecking orders and revisit familiar games, places and activities they enjoy together. But the name calling and bickering is driving me insane. Its something H and A have brought into our home and I am out of my depth.

 Constant bickering is not something I have dealt with in years. Not since leaving my family of origin. Back then I'd retreat to the sanctuary of my room and read. I use to play the local radio station to drown out the noise of my four brothers constant competitiveness and put downs of each other and come out only for meals and chores. Like mine, my parents attempts to stem the disharmony only created more. They still fight, the three still alive, all these years later and I'm still traumatised when I'm reminded of it. Only this time I'm retreating to the computer and this blog instead of a book and the DVD has replaced the radio station (which by the way I still tune into first thing each morning).

And there you have it!  Apparently, according to my 'deeper self' I chose tonight to start blogging to avoid dealing with these ratbags as they carry on like a bunch of politicians during an election campaign. (I wish they were as easy to turn off.) The rate this lot bicker I could well become a prolific blogger - if I'm not driven insane first.

Or perhaps I will become an insane prolific blogger!!!

Watch this space.