Time

Time is a funny thing when each day is almost the same. I am not in prison (not yet anyway!) unlike some people are, where each day really is the same, but I'm free and at home, where is home? Moscow Russia. Each day when you are not working, either by choice, or bad luck, it's very similar to the day before. The daily routine never changes and before you know it, it's mid week, or the end of the week and you have to do a double take in your mind to know that its not last Saturday but this Saturday, for example. I am blessed and have food in my (expanding) stomach and a roof over my head.

I'm off to another baby group today held in Moscow. They are good and its good to mix with others and also good for any child to interact with other children as soon as they can to survive this crazy world. Although I am not in my own country, I could be anywhere, as I'm at home most days in my small flat. Many people would be very happy to be at home all day and to be with their child and I know I am very lucky, but trust me after a while it gets a bit boring. Would I rather be working? in some ways yes in other ways no. To see the same faces day in day out in an office would drive me mad. So the life of a stay at home dad or mum is a double edged sword, good and bad. Enough ramblings from me, I must get junior strapped into the push chair and brave the smoky streets of Moscow and about 10 little screaming pooey rug rats. These baby groups are excellent and its good to meet new people.