Tonight I made a bit of a prat of myself.
That in itself is not that unusual but tonight I did it on facebook.
A friend, a very dear one at that, had expressed her concern about getting home tonight due to a protest at Falls Balls. My, idiotic, response…
“There is a place called Falls Balls? *Giggles*.”
Mr B, who does still somehow manage to read the paper every day, then informed me that there have been some horribly serious protests in this part of Belfast since Saturday with reports of shots being fired, bricks hurled and water cannons used to control crowds.
I have since apologised to said friend, who very graciously told me I was daft and it made her giggle, but it did make me realise something.
I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WATCHED THE NEWS.
Seriously. It could have been months ago. Why? Because it clashes with In the Night Garden.
I also cannot remember the last time I read a newspaper from start to finish that wasn’t the Metro. Why? Because when W is up he tries to trash it, and when he is asleep…well mostly so am I.
This is what I have been telling myself.
It may not however be the whole truth. I appear to have unconsciously issued a self-imposed news ban on myself because, in actual fact, I find it too upsetting. Now maybe this is due to my current, wildly fluctuating, pregnancy related hyper-hormone activity.
Maybe I am just a wimp.
But now I have sat down and thought about it I realise that when recently faced with any story that is in anyway upsetting/traumatic/political/newsworthy I either change the channel or turn the page. Especially if there are children involved.
I don’t want to know.
This has only happened since becoming a parent.
Tomorrow I vow to read the Guardian. Front to back. Well at least most of it.
Maybe I will give the sports pages a miss.
So tell me, what are you currently avoiding? Do share.