Nothing says “Life Bites Back At Absent Mother” more than having my daughter getting sick this week, nay, at the very hour of our reunion in the city on Sunday. With all the Swine Flu flyers plastered up over the public toilets in the city, I admit I got a little paranoid, but no fear, it’s just been a chest cold.
So being housebound for several days has been all kinds of teeth-gnashy fun.
Really!
You don’t think so?!
You think I’m using excess punctuation in order to exaggerate our hermitdom?
Well, you might be right – although by 5pm each day I was going slightly bonkers. Then I remembered this interview I read in the paper once of this hotshot interior designer who was explaining his ‘transition time’ from his working hours to his personal hours (he worked from home). What he did, without fail, was put on Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells late in the afternoon, listen to it in it’s entirety, and then Presto! he was relaxed.
Willing to give it a shot, I did the same thing. And let me just say that as the sun is sinking, and the kids are verging on “Zombie Strength” levels of rampaging, and the weird thoughts I couldn’t help having about The Exorcist, after about ten minutes I shut the thing off.
Later I remembered he never said he listened to Tubular Bells at all. No, it was the soundtrack to Blade Runner (Vangelis). Which makes more sense – if only a little.
So much for me trying to be zen through music. I might have to go back to Enya or Enigma or something, but that could be dicey as all New Age / Instrumental music makes Adam VERY VERY ANGRY!!
{Insert picture of The Hulk ripping off his clothes.}
Oh well.
