It's started...
I'm telling you this in hushed tones...
It's started....
that time when I have to replenish the food cupboards twice a week
It has begun...
the mountains of dirty clothes on the floor,
that is not school uniform
It has begun...
the dirty plates on top of the dishwasher,
instead of inside...
I leave the house before 9am
they get up before 1pm, maybe
When I get home...
all I want is a cup of Earl or Lady Grey,
they are staring into the fridge deciding on a lunchtime snack.
Tonight I've just got in from the cinema it's 11.30pm
Daughter has gone over to sleep at a girlfriends (I hope)
My son has left lights on in every room and seemingly every orifice in the house,
the street is LIT up with the light
It is just about tea time on his body clock,
I am making a cuppa and deciding whether to watch
a bit of tv or go up and read a while in bed.
This is week one of the school holidays.
I have taken most of August off work,
but they don't need me,
they don't want me,
in any needy way,
in fact they will be asleep most of the day!
They don't want to play.
They don't want to come into town with me,
not in daylight hours, they walk fourteen paces in front,
unless the debit card or cash is in my hand, paying.
What am I going to do with my holidays.
Larry has taken time off too.
What's a girl to do?
*****
Alice doesn't live here anymore...
