Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia where generally most facts are wrong, has recently announced that the vast majority of people who write entries are men. No shit! Women are far too intelligent and busy in their lives doing things that actually matter to waste hours typing away about varieties of kettles or who invented shoe laces. This kind of preoccupation with nonsense and the banal is very much the preserve of men.

It also turns out that 85% of entries are written by people who have no children, which when you think about it entirely makes sense. I spend almost every waking moment of my day dealing with the needs and wants of my child. When he finally goes to sleep and I drag my weary body back downstairs, I am looking forward to a glass of wine and  the intellectual highs of an episode of Law and Order, CSI or House.

It would be a very strange parent who wanted to spend what little free time they have chronicling the hits of Phil Collins from 1971 onwards…. but then, as my mother would say, ‘there’s nowt as queer as folk!’

It's a well known Wikipedia fact that Phil Collins started his career as the violinist in the band Crowded House.

Multi Tasking…..

December 17, 2009

Yesterday I was busy looking after the boy when the phone rang. It was my friend Nick. He wanted to ask me a couple of work related questions, which at that moment in time was fine as my son was fast asleep upstairs having his afternoon nap.

However, my son was born with a special gift that means if Mummy or Daddy really need five minutes quiet, need to do something important or are about to eat then his special gift kicks in and he will magically awaken and start to cause chaos – just at the exact moment you really, really, really need him not to be causing chaos. This is what happened yesterday.

So, as I continued  to speak to Nick,  answering his somewhat technical questions about budgets and systems I got up from my chair, went upstairs and tried to calm my son. When this failed I sought his dummy from where it had rolled under the cot, cleaned it and gave it to him, all the while chatting about the differences between two different computer servers. (riveting, I know!) Unfortunately he was not pacified by his dummy so I put the phone in the crook of my neck, scooped up my baby and headed back downstairs.

When I reached the living room I plopped him down, surrounded him with cushions, answered Nick’s next query and went to make up some milk.  Milk made, I returned to the living room, gave Noah his drink, made sure this calmed him and he was happy, then finished off my conversation with my friend while turning on the dishwasher. And it was then that it struck me…

I have turned into a woman!

This may be my future! Although I suspect Dustin Hoffman has better legs than me!