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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

A Brief Pause

My eyes were starting to go blurry with all the pictures of the Grand Canyon so I decided to take a break and have a play with some more recent pictures. These are from the 27th of April. And I love them. Both the pictures and the children in them. Their stinky feet and sticky fingers. Their mess. Their noise. Their constant, very loud noise. Their insistence on waking up really early every single time I have a day off. All the lines they have scribbled on our walls and all the hand-prints they have smeared on our windows. Everything. Even when they scream in a quiet bookshop… take their nappies off and spread the contents ALL OVER EVERYTHING (they’ve both done it)… stomp their feet and slam doors in anger… Even then, I love them. Even when they make me want to tear my hair out (and they sometimes do), I LOVE THEM. I love them so much it hurts. If I had a choice between not having them at all or only having the hard bits, I’d take just the hard bits. I might regret it, but that’s what I’d choose. The sleepless nights, the vomit, the snot, the tantrums, the worry, the lot. I’d take it all. Just to be able to hold them in my arms one . more . time.I mean seriously, look at them. Wouldn’t you put up with the occasional bit of poo-leakage for those faces?

21 May 2012 - 12:46 AM Ingrid - I'd put up with it over and over. Smitten. I just loved this post and how much it expressed well a day in the life..never perfect but always so much fuller with our children by our side. xxo

21 May 2012 - 4:37 AM amanda - absolutely :)

21 May 2012 - 11:28 AM Cass - Thank you Amanda and Ingrid. It was actually easier to list the things I loved them in spite of instead of trying to enumerate all the things I loved them because of (that's an endless list and there just aren't enough superlatives in the dictionary). Being a parent can be the hardest job in the world, but I wouldn't quit for anything. They'll have to fire me!

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