The musings of a juggling mother

Rants & raves about life as a woman today, juggling work, home, kids, family, life the universe & everything.

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Shrodinger Sunday

Many years ago I read "The Coming of The Quantum Cats" by Frederick Pohl. I don't usually get all that quantum stuff (nor do I believe it), but this one just reached out to me & mostly made sense. Basically the story followed a couple of people in one world where a hole was made in quantum reality, allowing many other versions of the same characters to wander into the single world & meet each other. Most Sci-Fi quantum books suggest that if you ever meet yourself the whole universe will implode in confusion, but Pohl took the more sensible (?) veiw that the universe wouldn't care one way or another.

I like the idea of all those other me's out there, doing things slightly differently. I'd love to meeet them - the good & the bad. It would be nice to see how fantastic I could have been, if I'd made the right decisions, and hopefully I could find out that I have made some right decisions, cos I'm doing loads better than other me's.

The me I'd really like to get to know is the one that didn't have any little Aginoths. I've never been totally convinced about my decision to have them. they weren't in my life-plan. I never imagined myself as a mum (I still have problems seeing myself in that role sometimes), & life was just panning out nicely when Mstr A came along & turned everything on it's head!.

I'm not suggesting that I regret having them, or that I don't want them, but I just wonder; what would life have been like had I actually followed all known medical scientific knowledge & not got pregnant?

Sitting in a restuarant with three screaming, kicking monsters this afternoon I thought that the other me had probably stayed in bed with Mr A till 11am, zoomed out to the shopping mall in her nice sports car, bought lots of lovely size 14 clothes & stuff, had a relaxing & drawn out romantic lunch, followed by an evening socialising.

As it was, we were rudely awakened at 6am, dragged out of bed. Put up with two tantrums from Mstr A by 10am, fought three children into a gas guzzling bus & listened to them scream all the way to the mall, had a rushed look around the shops (Got my birthday watch tho, which is lovely), faught three screaming kids into the gas guzzler again to take them to be fed, run lots of poor restuarant staff ragged (Well done Filton Harvester - they deserve an award for not even insinuating that we were awkward), dragged three screaming kids back into the car (where I completely lost my temper & shouted back at them - something I try really hard not to do), & traipsed back home, listening to them scream! Typically they all fell asleep about 10 mins before we got home. we seriously considered just driving around for an hour, but we never have & I don't approve, so we went home, where they all promptly woke up!

Thank goodness it's nearly bedtime! Unfortunately, I really have to get some work done tonight as I've been out and about all week & not done any admin! Pity, I could do with going to bed at 7pm too - now I bet THAT's something the other me never says:-)

LMD only JUST gone to bed. It's 9.30pm! Cow.
****ing work computer is ****ed AGAIN. I can't do any work. ****ing Stupid IT idiot doesn't believe me when I tell him it's ****ed/Virused & a piece of shite technology in the first place & now I'm going to miss all my deadlines & 1000's of little children won't get nice shiny new stuff for the new year! Wanker!


  • At Sunday, October 23, 2005 9:26:00 pm, Blogger Wyndham said…

    One of my favourite films - stay awake at the back - is The Man Who Haunted Himself. Roger Moore's final moment. Mr Moore discovers he has a doppleganger who is going around swindling and shagging and drinking and doing all the things Mr Moore can't do as a sensible, nay boring, adult. Sadly, the wrong Mr Moore survives at the end. Boo hiss.

  • At Sunday, October 23, 2005 9:58:00 pm, Blogger craziequeen said…

    Bad luck on the Family Day, Mrs A.

    Small People have a knack for ruining even the simplest plans....

    and you're a great mum! :-)


  • At Monday, October 24, 2005 11:10:00 pm, Blogger spindleshanks said…

    mrs a you are obviously doing something right because somehow at the end of the long and remarkably jam-packed days of work and offspring, you manage to sit down and write about it. I salute you! Truly - i'm lucky if i can find the energy a couple of times a week and i'm not working your hours, or driving those distances, and only have 2 smalls one of whom is quite big and independent. You're doing great.

  • At Tuesday, October 25, 2005 9:16:00 am, Blogger Aginoth said…

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  • At Tuesday, October 25, 2005 10:11:00 am, Blogger Juggling Mother said…

    Ah well, the reason I started this blog was to be cathartic & to expel all of my frustrations onto the page, rather than into my relationships:-)

    so the daily rant is more relaxing than anythin.


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