What a wierd week...

Whoa, it feels like I have been away for ages...

There is nothing worse than trying to settle back into work after a week away. I just cant seem to get it together. I feel like the holiday was about two years ago and work has been mental.

So I have been a lazy poster and missed loads. Coors is not a girlie drink by the way, I am simply watching my figure. Jo, I cant believe I missed your visit and no one said a feckin thing to me about it. Dickheads.

I was having one of my obligatory weird ponders the other day and wonder if anyone can shed some light for me.

When I was younger I used to love water parks, funderland and all those kinds of exhilarating dalliances. I had no fear of trying anything. On one of my trips to Switzerland we went to a water park. It was a good park with some great slides and was lots of fun. However for the first time ever I was extremely nervous going on them. In fact on one slide which is quite long and goes out doors and showers you with cold water part way down etc I nearly pulled out of the line. This struck me as being very weird at the time but it is only this week that I have thought more about it. Is it just the fact that I am a bit wiser, more aware of my own mortality. I am not sure, but am not best impressed. Maybe I need to do something mad to regain my courage.

This post has no question marks because the keyboard I am using does not have one...

Idiot the Yellow

Fears

Right now, we're dealing with the LittleBoy's fears. Somehow, someway, he has gotten it into his head that deer are evil. That they will do something bad, either to him or us, and perhaps even come in the house. I don't know how this started (maybe on a recent hike, or maybe when a friend saw some deer by our garage), but I honestly have no idea how to deal with it. He's terrified to be alone at night or during the day, to the point that he won't go up to his room to change into his bathing suit.

It's horribly frustrating, since I remember my parent's reactions to my fears and I don't want to repeat that with him. But at the same time, it's. a. DEER. Cute, almost cuddly, big doe eyed deer. I know, I know, it's not rational...I am terrified of spiders, and what's the worst that one will do to me (although the one I saw yesterday, it was the size of a f'ing tarantula, it was huge. Atreus had to take it outside for me, and I thought he'd need a bucket instead of a glass)? But deer run the hell away from you!

Right now, we're trying something that a friend recommended. I told him that we sprayed the whole perimeter of the lawn and house with deer repellent spray, that they don't like the smell and will stay away. I need to pick up some essential oil (something good and strong...clary sage?) when we take Miss MW off-island tomorrow to show her the towns nearby, and I can put that in a sprayer with water and spray it around. That's my last chance idea...my parents have said they'll take him on a walk through their woods (until recently populated by deer, but hunting on the island have lowered the numbers) to try to remove that fear. At the same time, I'd rather they didn't, since mom is not the most sympathetic about things (even tho she has a deathly fear of snakes, to the point where you cannot say the word near her or she might faint).

Ah. Parenthood. /groan