Fun

“I have learned that you can go anywhere you want to go and do anything you want to do and buy all the things that you want to buy and meet all the people who you want to meet and learn all the things that you desire to learn and if you do all these things but are not madly in love: you have still not begun to live.”

―JoyBell

I love my family and as much as I moan about them and the trials and tribulations that comes with it I wouldn’t change them for the world.

At times it becomes almost unbearable and you just want to run away to a time before.

Which lead me to writing this spoken word piece. Time is something that’s un-negotiable. It’s a fixed set amount. I have to be at work at a certain time to a certain time. The girls have after school clubs they attend they need taking to at a certain time. The baby goes to bed around a certain time to save our sanity the next day. This leaves little time to catch up with the wife. Be able to work out. Catch up with jobs around the house. To have any alone time. To be able to find time for fun. Fun selfishly just for you.

Fun

Fun.

But at what cost.

Fun things for you to see and do.

Just you.

No partner, no kids.

No wife and kids coming along too.

Fun.

Fun things to see and do.

Just for you.

At what cost.

Kids screaming they want to go with daddy too.

A wife who complains she doesn’t get the quality time she needs with you.

Fun.

Just fun.

Just for you.

Some time alone doing just what you want to do.

Sitting and relaxing when you want to.

Turning left instead of right because you want to.

Something catches your eye wandering over to look and explore it.

No rolling of eyes as you suggest it.

No screaming I need the loo, me too and me, me too.

Some time alone doing just what you want to do.

Exploring the world and shops in your little town like you use to.

Peacefully wandering and looking at what you want to.

Coming home, turning on the crap that you want to.

No screams of I’m not watching that.

Escaping to listen to your favourite music.

Relaxing and meditating.

Closing your eyes and feeling the music run through you.

Prodded in the head and asked what are you up to.

Can I listen.

Can I watch pig on your phone.

Peppa. Peppa ringing in your ear.

Fun.

Oh What fun.

Fun at what cost.

Escaping without the guilt.

Asking if it’s ok if you can go see this.

Like a teenager nervously asking to stay out late with friends that your parents don’t like.

Reminiscing of the fun you use to do.

Getting up when you want to.

Leaving the house for anywhere and nowhere just going because you want to.

Now to have that fun it comes at a cost.

A cost.

A cost that you always have to ask yourself.

Is it worth it.

All this fuss.

Just to go.

To go.

To go and have some fun.

Andy.

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The Arts and young children. 

“Creativity is an area in which younger people have a tremendous advantage, since they have an endearing habit of always questioning past wisdom and authority.”

-Bill Hewlett

It feels that the arts have never been more important than when the world is portrayed as a world split and in disarray. It can be used to challenge authority, to make people stop and think, for culture to be explored and celebrated. The arts are often the first to be hit by cuts and austerity.


The arts can often be over looked when raising children. Parents avoid galleries and museums worried about their children running around touching exhibits or that they may ruin the experience for others. Since a young age our children have attended museums and galleries mainly because I enjoy them and on a wet miserable day it’s a good free indoor space to take them. The two older girls still talk about Damien Hirst’s Lamb in formaldehyde that they saw when they were just toddlers along with some exhibitions that at the time could of been classed as risky exhibitions to take them to 

Art is often pushing boundaries and holding a mirror up to society this not only opens interesting questions from the artists to consider but also opens up interesting discussions with growing and young imaginative minds. There is nothing more powerful than a question from a 4 year  to stop you dead in your tracks.

Our girls had their own art work exhibited, which reinforced the message that anyone can be an artist. 



Make art and culture a normal part of your children’s lives. Encourage them to question the things they see. In doing so they will open your eyes and change your perspective of how you view the world.

Now more than ever art galleries and museums need numbers through the doors. Please don’t ever let a stuffy old fashioned museum or gallery make you feel that you shouldn’t be there with your child.

This coming weekend seek out a local museum or gallery that you’ve walked past and never thought of going into.

You may find be surprised If not just remember 90% of them sell coffee and cake.

So there’s always that.

Andy

Be like Goggins, Live like Jay

That day again. 

“A house without books is like a room without windows.”
– Heinrich Mann

World book day.

I’m always amazed when teachers say you can really tell you read to your children and sad knowing that some children are not been read to on a regular basis if at all.

One of my daughters this year has said she would like to go as Mrs Armitage on wheels a character from a Quentin Blake book.


I got a txt from my wife asking to bring home a box from work so she could turn it into a bike.




She’s done a brilliant job.

Keeping a very excitable 5 year old from running around the house holding it has been the hardest part.

It can sometimes seem a pain in the arse when you get the txt from school reminding you to bring your child in a costume. It also puts a lot of pressure on some parents but the kids do love it.


Mrs Armitage. 


The snow queen. 

I’m not sure if I agree that some Schools ask people not to allow their children to come has super heroes on world book day. I’m not sure if it’s always laziness of parents sending their children to school wearing a hulk mask or an Elsa dress or a lack of imagination. Sometimes it’s life getting in the way.

So don’t worry if you forgot its world book day and the old faithful Elsa dress has come out again try to enjoy world book day.

I know your kids will.

After all it’s only once a year.
Be like Goggins, Live like Jay.