Last night I had a good night’s sleep. For a change. The night before had been terrible. I had fallen asleep and had all sorts of nightmares. In the end, at 2am, I decided to pick up my mobile phone and play some games until I was too tired to keep my eyes open. Fortunately I can’t remember dreaming after that.
How does this affect my work? Well, I have a new book idea! And the title could be ‘500 Ways for your children to die after they leave the parental nest.’ A bit long perhaps, but that’s what my dreams were about. In the book you could describe all sorts of strange and stupid ways in which your child could perish. From crossing the road (this nearly happened to us in Edinburgh; I was nailed to the ground when my daughter decided to ignore a red light and the car only stopped a few mm’s in front of her), to drowning whilst swimming outside the flags on an Australian beach (this nearly happened for real to yours truly), to being chased by five drug lords on as many continents, to snorting keyboard cleaner from a spray can (fortunately I have no close up experience on those last two scenarios). I could tell you some more ideas, but I’m not writing the book here.
I don’t think I will ever write the book, to be honest. It’s too close for comfort at the moment with my kids only being a few years away from that crucial moment where I have to let them go and trust that I have taught them enough about telling and doing right from wrong. So maybe one of you would want to write it. It could be a manual to give to your kids when they go out into the big bad world. A guide to ‘what not to do.’ It may even be written in a funny way. But a good lesson nevertheless.
In the mean time I’ll try and sleep a bit better knowing that I still have a few years to go with my kids under the same roof as me.